As if being a former vampire drone in a werewolf household were not shocking enough, the maid then opened her mouth and proved that she was also, quite reprehensibly, French.

Really, Sophronia, it makes me most uncomfortable how you manage to sort everything out every time I faint.

Follow that porcupine!

Alexia suspected Lord Maccon's handling was a tad more than was strictly called for under the circumstances, but she secretly enjoyed the sensation. After all, how often did a spinster of her shelf life get manhandled by an earl of Lord Maccon's peerage? She had better take advantage of the situation.

These feelings you engender in me, my lord, are most indelicate. You should stop causing them immediately.

I am rather fond of ladybugs. They are so delightfully hemispherical.

A vampire, like a lady, never reveals his true age.