Miss Tarabotti was not one of life's milk-water misses--in fact, quite the opposite. Many a gentleman had likened his first meeting with her to downing a very strong cognac when one was expecting to imbibe fruit juice--that is to say, startling and apt to leave one with a distinct burning sensation.
Gail CarrigerLord Maccon asked meekly, shifting against her in a manner that ensured she realized the nibbling had affected his outsides just as much as her insides. Alexia was partly shocked, partly intrigued by the idea that as he was naked, she might actually get to see what he looked like. She had seen sketches of the nude male, of course, for purely technical purposes. She was given to wonder if werewolves were anatomically bigger in certain areas.
Gail CarrigerHe...boasted an unassuming mustache, which was perched atop his upper lip cautiously, as though it were slightly embarrassed to be there and would like to slide away and become a sideburn or something more fashionable.
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 CarrigerWhat did you do?โ โWell, you see, there was this pot of tea, simply sitting thereโฆโ He trailed off. โUseful thing, tea,โ commented Lyall thoughtfully.
Gail Carriger