Penelope doesn’t want you dilly-dallying about the downstairs until your daughter leaves.” 

“I happen to be in my goddamn underwear! Just how much dilly-dallying about the manor did you think I was planning on doing in my underwear?” 

“Just a friendly reminder,” the valet told him, winking, as he washed down a cherry with a spot of tea. 

But once in the hall Hal changed his mind about that shower (though he could have used one) and instead moseyed on down toward his den. Christopher’s comment - you’re confusing your fairy tales – still lingered in his head, and so did that bedamned fairy tale book which lay upon the floor in that dreadful room. Had the image of the princ...

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