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Lord Maccon believed that if his trousers were on his legs, and something else was on his torso, he was dressed. The less done after that, the better. His wife had been startled to find that in the summertime, he actually went around their room barefoot! Once — and only once, mind you — he even attempted to join her for tea in such a state. Impossible man. Alexia put a stop to that posthaste.

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Lord Akeldama did so love to know all the gossip about the mundane world, but it was in the manner of a cat amusing himself among the butterflies without a need to interfere should their wings get torn off. They were only butterflies, after all.

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Lord Akeldama sighed. 'You lovebirds, how will I endure such flirtations constantly in my company? How déclassé, Lord Maccon, to love your own wife.'

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Uh, my lord, I am not actually food. You do realize this, yes?

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Please, Lord Maccon, use one of the cups. My delicate sensibilities. The earl actually snorted. My dear Miss Tarabotti, if you possessed any such things, you certainly have never shown them to me.

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No, Lord Maccon was riproaring, tumble down, without a doubt, pickled beyond the gherkin.

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What if I arrange to be around Lord Akeldama during the full moon? The earl looked daggers. I am certain he would be extremely helpful in a fight. He could ruthlessly flatter all your attackers into abject submission.

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Lord Maccon looked up. Grovel, you say? Lyall did not glance away from the latest vampire report he was perusing. Grovel, my lord.

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She poked him in the center of his chest with two fingers to punctuate her words. You are an unfeeling —poke — traitorous —poke— mistrusting —poke— rude —poke — booby! Every poke turned him mortal, but Lord Maccon didn't seem to mind it in the least. Instead he grabbed the hand that poked him and brought it to his lips. You put it very well, my love.

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Alexia suspected Lord Maccon's handling was a tad more than was strictly called for under the circumstances, but she secretly enjoyed the sensation. After all, how often did a spinster of her shelf life get manhandled by an earl of Lord Maccon's peerage? She had better take advantage of the situation.

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These feelings you engender in me, my lord, are most indelicate. You should stop causing them immediately.

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Lord Maccon, might we have words on the proper tying of a cravat? For my sanity's sake? Lord Maccon was nonplussed. Professor Lyall, on the other hand, was pained. I do what I can. Lord Akeldama looked at him, pity in his eyes. You are a brave man.

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Lord Maccon was built like a brick outhouse, with opinions twice as unmoving and often equally full of crap.

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Lord Maccon reflected upon the state of his life wherein he had somehow gained a spouse who could not give a pig's foot for the latest dresses out of Paris but who whined about not owning an aethographic transmitter. Well, at least the two were comparable obsessions so far as expense was concerned.

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Lord Maccon asked meekly, shifting against her in a manner that ensured she realized the nibbling had affected his outsides just as much as her insides. Alexia was partly shocked, partly intrigued by the idea that as he was naked, she might actually get to see what he looked like. She had seen sketches of the nude male, of course, for purely technical purposes. She was given to wonder if werewolves were anatomically bigger in certain areas.

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Very well, Lord Maccon. If we are going to play this particular hand, would you be interested in becoming my... Mistress?

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I Preserve the nonviable embryo in formaldehyde for future study. Lord Maccon has been drinking my samples. When confronted, he admitted to be enjoying both the refreshing beverage and the 'crunchy pickled snack' as well. I was not pleased" (Professor Lyall to Madame Lefoux)

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Hello, princess, said Lord Maccon to the vampire. Got yourself into quite a pickle this time, didn't you? Lord Akeldama looked him up and down. My sweet young naked boy, you are hardly one to talk. Not that I mind, of course.

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