[At the very least, Biffy had found a collection of similarly aged young men -- and not one had an interest in courting or marriage. Well, not beyond gossip, at least.

Lord Akeldama, however, was looking particularly radiant in a saffron jacket he'd just received back from the tailor. Paired with a rich sapphire waistcoat and a gold and ruby paisley cravat, he looked like some exotic bird or bloom in a hot house.]

Mr. Rabiffano. How delightfully foreign.

[He didn't need to see Biffy's blush to know that it was there. He reached out, catching his chin and tipping it up as Biffy leaned into that bow.]

Now that will never do, Mr. Rabiffano. Don't give them an inch more than you ought, no matter who "they" are. Unless, of course, it's me. You can give me everything.