His lordship can eat my fat—

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

Lyall had spent centuries nibbling about the great layered cake that was polite society while Lord Akeldama acted the part of the frosting on its top.

Why did you want to go and distract me like that? I was quite in my element and everything.' Conall laughed. 'Someone has to keep you off balance; otherwise you'll end up ruling the empire. Or at least ordering it into wretched submission.

What’s wrong with you? Are you ill? I forbid you to be ill, wife.

My Hallway" remarked Lord Akeldama,"Has never seen such lively action. And That, my sugarplums, is saying something!

It's no good choosing your first husband from a school for evil geniuses. Much too difficult to kill.