Lord 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 CarrigerWith a resigned shrug, she screamed and collapsed into a faint. She stayed resolutely fainted, despite the liberal application of smelling salts, which made her eyes water most tremendously, a cramp in the back of one knee, and the fact that her new ball gown was getting most awfully wrinkled.
Gail CarrigerThe ill-informed masses included her own family among their ranks, a family that specialized in being both inconvenient and asinine.
Gail CarrigerNo, Lord Maccon was riproaring, tumble down, without a doubt, pickled beyond the gherkin.
Gail CarrigerLord Maccon, might we have words on the proper tying of a cravat? For my sanityโs sake? Lord Maccon was nonplussed. Professor Lyall, on the other hand, was pained. โI do what I can.โ Lord Akeldama looked at him, pity in his eyes. โYou are a brave man.
Gail CarrigerPast persons of Scottishness in contact with mastermind of supernatural persuasion in London, aka Agent Doom.โ Floote moved on to the third bit of paper. โ โLady K says Agent Doom assisted depraved Plan of Action. May have all been his idea.โ Moving on to the last one, he read out, "Summer permits Scots to expose more knee than lady of refinement should have to withstand. Hairmuffs much admired. Yours etc., Puff Bonnet.
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