[Sorry, Archie, William is really not the guy to talk about women or marriage. He can really only understand women in the context of sisters or prostitutes; there are precious few inbetweens, those few inbetweens that remain are still unmarriable (barmaids).]

[So he shrugs and blinks a bit, and picks up what will make a nice covering for the dresser (it's a towel).] Ask someone else. I don't know. I don't want a wife, never have, never will. Ask someone who's married.

[William stops.]

But not Horatio.