Nothing Like Trapping The Gentlemen Where They

No Man Of Any Intelligence Would Pretend To Know A Female Mind.

James - "are You Paying Attention Or Just Trying To Make Me Look Like An Idoit?" Elizabeth - "oh, I'm Definately Paying Attention. If You Look Like An Idiot It Has Nothing To Do With Me.

I Am Going To Kill You," He Hissed. She Gulped. "don't You Want To Lecture Me First?" He Stared At Her With A Heavy Dose Of Stupefaction. "i Take That Back," He Said With Precisely Clipped Words. "first I Am Going To Strangle You, And Then I Am Going To Kill You." "here?" She Asked Doubtfully, Looking Around. "won't My Dead Body Look Suspicious In The Morning?

No. Haven’t You Been Listening?” Marcus Would Always Remember That Moment. It Was To Be The First Time He Would Ever Be Faced With That Most Vexing Of Female Quirks: The Question That Had Nothing But Wrong Answers.

What Happened To Your Face?" Harriet Asked. "it Was A Misunderstanding," Daniel Said Smoothly, Wondering How Long It Might Take For His Bruises To Heal. He Did Not Think He Was Particularly Vain, But The Questions Were Growing Tiresome. "a Misunderstanding?" Elizabeth Echoed. "with An Anvil?" "oh, Stop," Harriet Admonished Her. "i Think He Looks Very Dashing." "as If He Dashed Into An Anvil." "pay No Attention," Harriet Said To Him. "she Lacks Imagination.