I do not giggle without purpose. Lady Linette says you should never misapply a giggle.
Gail CarrigerLord Maccon believed that if his trousers were on his legs, and something else was on his torso, he was dressed. The less done after that, the better. His wife had been startled to find that in the summertime, he actually went around their room barefoot! Once -- and only once, mind you -- he even attempted to join her for tea in such a state. Impossible man. Alexia put a stop to that posthaste.
Gail CarrigerThe more Lord Maccon considered it, the more he grew to like the idea. Certainly his imagination was full of pictures of what he and Alexia might do together once he got her home in a properly wedded state, but now those lusty images were mixing with others: waking up next to her, seeing her across the dining table, discussing science and politics, having her advice on points of pack controversy and BUR difficulties. No doubt she would be useful in verbal frays and social machinations, as long as she was on his side.
Gail CarrigerI had a recent delivery of new fashion plates from Paris, and you hardly glanced at the hairstyles. My husband tells me you are still having difficulty controlling the change. And your cravat has been tied very simply of late, even for evening events.
Gail CarrigerI miss him, my lady.โ โWell, he is now living adjacent. You can hardly miss him all that much.โ โTrue. But we are no longer compatibleโI am a werewolf; he is a vampire.โ โSo?โ โSo we cannot dance the same dance we used to.โ Biffy was so sweet when he tried to be circumspect. Alexia shook her head at him. โBiffy, and I mean this in the kindest way possible: then you should change the music.โ โVery good, my lady.
Gail Carriger