She smiled and I got that sensation again, the one it's worth getting both your legs cut for. You know the one. I hope you know the one. How does that even work? What is it that makes us weak in the knees and makes our stomachs fall out just because someone smiles? I don't get it.
- Steven Brust, Tsalmoth, p.106
And also
I didn't turn my head, but I knew she was smiling. I wish I could describe that particular smile. It's like, she was trying not to, but she wasn't really hiding it. Whenever she got that smile I had to remind myself what a tough guy I am so I didn't suddenly turn into a grinning idiot.
- ibid, p.148
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