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I Am The Earl Of Ravensmoor. And You Are? (sparhawk) Totally Freaking Out. (taryn) Tis A Most Peculiar Name, Milady. Are You By Chance Welsh? (sparhawk)

You Rang, Mino- Well, You’re Not Really The Minor Master Anymore, Are You? What Should I Call You? (asmodeus) Think Of A Polite Term, Demon. (jericho) Mister Master It Is. What Can I Do For You? (asmodeus)

Keep Your Shirt On," She Said With A Laugh At Her Bad Joke. "your Clothes Are At The Laundry. They'll Deliver Them As Soon As They're Ready." "and In The Meantime?" "looks Like You're Naked." His Jaw Worked As If He Couldn't Believe What He Was Hearing. "i Beg Your Pardon?" "beg All You Want, You're Still Going To Be Naked." Tabitha Paused At The Wicked Image In Her Mind. "come To Think Of It, A Gorgeous, Begging, Naked Man… That's The Stuff Of Fantasies. Begging Won't Get You Your Clothes, But It Could Get You Something Else." She Wiggled Her Eyebrows At Him.

Asmodeus! You Don’t See Her, Do You Hear Me? (jericho) Completely Blind, Minor Master. Hearing Is Intact. Is There Anyone Here Besides The Two Of Us? No? Good. I’m Leaving Now Unless Minor Master Has Another Preferably Nonpainful Task For Me. (asmodeus) You're Dismissed. (jericho) Cool Beaners. (asmodeus)

What Are You Doing Here?! (aimee) Come To Inadvertently Insult You Some More Apparently. Who Knew? (fang)