““You’re a wonderful dancer, Ria.” “Mademoiselle Geraldine’s takes such things seriously.” “Ah. And how many ways do you know to kill me, while we dance?” “Only two, but give me time.” “You have lovely eyes. Has anyone ever told you that?” “What rot. They are a muddy green. What are you about, Lord Mersey?” Felix sighed, looking genuinely perturbed. His air of ennui was shaken. “I am trying to court you. Truth be told, Miss Temminnick, you make it ruddy difficult!” “Language, Lord Mersey.” Sophronia felt her heart flutter strangely. Am I ready to be courted? “See!””
