[Oh. Yikes. Hello, Rosalind's legs, you sure are...right there, now, aren't you, just all there and —
...Actually, come to think of it...]
I can, but I don't know how well-received it's likely to be.
[That's how it should be, then. Drawing her back out with normalcy, step by step, coaxing her away from the horrors of her memories with reminders of his presence in the here and now, instead.]
You do look quite fetching in my coat, nary a complaint out of me on that front. But where in high heaven did you come up with...with this business you've got on?
[...]
And more to the point, are you expecting me to match you? I don't know that a comparable slit up the side of my trousers would be nearly so well-received in society at large...
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...Actually, come to think of it...]
I can, but I don't know how well-received it's likely to be.
[That's how it should be, then. Drawing her back out with normalcy, step by step, coaxing her away from the horrors of her memories with reminders of his presence in the here and now, instead.]
You do look quite fetching in my coat, nary a complaint out of me on that front. But where in high heaven did you come up with...with this business you've got on?
[...]
And more to the point, are you expecting me to match you? I don't know that a comparable slit up the side of my trousers would be nearly so well-received in society at large...