““take my leave.” He pulled his linen shirt over his head, taking care to straighten it as his valet would do before shoving the tails into his breeches. The bar maid cocked her head to one side. “Must you?” she countered, giving him her very best come-hither look. She didn’t really want him to stay – he was terrible at kissing and seemed to enjoy licking too much, and not in the right places – but the man was handsome. And he had given her a sovereign for her time and attention, far more than she could get for the same services from any of the other””
