Payback

"Did you know that a person can be deciphered by their eyes?", I lazily whispered, leaning towards his cheek.
"Then I should close mine, lest I should be solved; would you mind?"
"I could not tell if there is truth in what you render, dear. You are too obvious - I fear I have been mistaken all along."
His eyes that from amber had turned black in a glimpse caught mine in their game. And as I retreated alertly and made an attempt to diminish the intimacy between us, I said, "God, I wish I lived two hundred years ago. I would be entitled to receive your charms - you grant me now an option."
He turned his head and raised his voice: "I have a newspaper in that drawer. I am afraid it is only five years old, but I guess it will have to do - it may not be from the 1800, but I am sure that your imperial judgement will be pleased with it. For a moment, at least."