““Regrets are like mistresses," he informed her. "I ..." Her hand dropped from the handle. "What?" "Good men don't have them." She blinked at that, then broke into a soft laughter that sent pleasant chills along his skin. "That is the most ridiculous adage I have ever heard." "I'm foxed," he pointed out and shrugged. "I'm cleverer when ... cleverer? Is it cleverer? Or is it more clever? Whichever. I'm brilliant when I'm sober." "And less inclined to announce it, one might hope.””
