“I was just a little taken aback. That—that wasn’t the proposition I was expecting, is all. Excuse me. I fear I am become incurably low-minded.” “You… - Lois McMaster Bujold

“Damn,” said Elena in a hushed voice. “If I didn’t know you, I’d think you were Mad Yuri’s understudy. The look on your face…am I reading too much into all that innuendo, or did you in fact just connive to assassinate Gregor in one breath, offer to cuckold him in the next, accuse your father of homosexuality, suggest a patricidal plot against him, and league yourself with Cavilo—what are you going to do for an encore?”
“Depends on the straight lines. I can hardly wait to find out,” Miles panted. “Was I convincing?”
“You were scary.”
“Good.”

She’d made it clear that Things Would Be Done Properly.
The problem came in defining the term Properly.

“Security, Lieutenant,” Miles said blandly. “I can’t discuss it even with you.”
“Security,” she sniffed, “doesn’t hide as much from Accounting as they think they do.”