Please, Lord Maccon, use one of the cups. My delicate sensibilities.โ The earl actually snorted. โMy dear Miss Tarabotti, if you possessed any such things, you certainly have never shown them to me.
Gail CarrigerOh, Professor Lyall, are you making a funny? It doesnโt suit you.โ The sandy-haired Beta gave Lady Maccon a dour look. โI am exploring new personality avenues.โ โWell, stop it.โ โYes, my lady.
Gail CarrigerShe poked him in the center of his chest with two fingers to punctuate her words. โYou are an unfeelingโโpoke โโtraitorousโโpokeโโmistrustingโโpokeโโrudeโโpoke โโbooby!โ Every poke turned him mortal, but Lord Maccon didnโt seem to mind it in the least. Instead he grabbed the hand that poked him and brought it to his lips. โYou put it very well, my love.
Gail Carriger