““Which one are you sleeping with, the baron or his sister?” Percy looked amused. “Both, on occasion.” “Together?” The smile widened. His teeth were still good, Grey saw, though somewhat stained by wine. “Occasionally. Though Cecile—my wife—really prefers the attentions of her cousin Lucianne, and I myself prefer the attentions of the sub-gardener. Lovely man named Emile; he reminds me of you … in your younger years. Slender, blond, muscular, and brutal.””
