Picking up a meme here . . . In this draft of the WIP of the Pax story, on page 77, going to line 7, the next 7 lines are:
Some man had a sweet lover waiting for him. He wondered if she'd be sharing a bed tonight with somebody on Meeks Street.
Let's get this over with. The mug of ale was still full when he slid it onto the nearest table. He set a coin beside it and picked his bag up, taking it left-handed so he'd have his knife hand free.
Nobody looked up to see him leave. It was a point of pride to him that nobody noticed.
He checked to make sure nobody followed him out of the Dog. It was habit. Just habit. He had all the habits of a spy.
This is not a world-shakingly exciting passage, really.