❝ A crying shame indeed. You do realise, Lord Falsworth – be you a lord of stature or none – that I am many things, but I am not so easily swayed, even by the finest of red, even if aged to perfection. I consider a simple drink and casual affairs to be an extremely dated play of men who are deeply afraid of who they are meant to be. It reminds me of the not so fond times of gentlemen's club, where the finest of men would wear their ever so dapper suits – sip scotch and smoke cigars, only to take their lust driven needs to the quarters of a bathroom, car, or an expensive hotel for a single night. I am far more complex than those old men – and I welcome the future with open arms. Simply put… I am a man of romance.  ❞