““Whether you like it or not, we are your blood." " Half my blood." "Aye," agreed the marquess, sober. "Although 'twould seem you've gotten the better half by far. All beauty, none of the beast." She blinked at that, crossed her arms. "How charming! Had you planned that for long?" "Only since this morning." He shrugged, unabashed. "I'll do better in London." "Please, don't bother." "I'm afraid I cant help myself. I'm charming by nature.””
