I may be a werewolf and Scottish, but despite what you may have read about both, we are not cads!
Gail CarrigerCats were not, in her experience, an animal with much soul. Prosaic, practical little creatures as a general rule. It would suit her very well to be thought catlike.
Gail CarrigerLady Maccon stopped suddenly. Her husband got four long strides ahead before he realized she had paused. She was starring thoughtfully up into the aether, twirling the deadly parasol about her head. "I have just remembered something," Alexia said when he returned to her side. "Oh, that explains everything. How foolish of me to think you could walk and remember at the same time.
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 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