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“Your Grace,” she bit out, her eyes narrowing.

He stopped and turned, giving her form a thorough sweep. “You’re looking fine this morning,” he fairly purred.

“Likewise,” she said stiffly.

He inclined his head politely. “You’ve a glow about you today. A glistening effervescence, if you will.”

“Oh?”

“Quite enchanting, really,” he intoned. “Whatever it was you did this morning that put such a healthy glow upon your skin, you must do it again and again.”

She flushed crimson. “Never.”

“Come now, Miss Haywood,” he drawled. “Was it that bad?”

“On the contrary, it was magnificent. So much, in fact, that I fear to do it again might cleave my heart in two.”

“Perhaps your heart is not in as much danger as you perceive.”

“I have my reservations,” she said in a clipped tone. With that, she whipped back around and continued on with Charlotte. What a scoundrel! Adorable, but a scoundrel no less.

Congratulations on the release of the Golden Kamuy film!

WHY is the fucking AIR out here TOUCHING ME