Terry Pratchett. The Colour Of Magic (№ 264009)

It was the same liquid that dvutzvetik poured into him in the boat, but then his consciousness did she not respond, occupied a much more urgent matters. Now, at your leisure, it finally tasted the taste.
Rincewind's lips twisted. He quietly whined. One of his legs twitched convulsively and painfully drove into the chest.
Dvutzvetik thoughtfully twirled his mug, appreciating the bouquet.