Watch over Honoria, will you? See that she doesn’t marry an idiot.

A man’s got to keep up appearances. I’ll be universally detested if everyone realizes how perfect you are.

I won't be satisfied with anything less than everything.

He shook his head in wonder. "You are magnificent." "I keep telling everyone that," she said with a nonchalant shrug, "but you seem to be the only one to believe me.

People will think you're courting me.' 'Nonsense, everyone knows I don't court respectable women.

Michael nodded tersely, eyeing a table across the room. It was empty. So empty. So joyfully, blessedly empty. He could picture himself a very happy man at that table. "Not feeling very conversational this evening, are we?" Colin asked, breaking into his (admittedly tame) fantasies.

As his hands moved to his trousers, he saw that she was pulling the bedsheets over her. "Don't," he said, barely recognizing his own voice. Her eyes met his, and he said, "I'll be your blanket".