Old paintings? Tarabotti bit back the flare of indignation. He was not that old.
But now was not the time to indulge in his own vanity. His frock coat was already in enough distress he doubted he could summon much of it.
"If you can't make sense of that tongue, put it to better use." For once, that was not a flirtation. Old or not, he was not so young as to be interested in someone who hadn't seen twenty years. "You may leave the aggression to-- I say mind the cravat!" He smacked the ungrateful offender on the head, which was enough to send him scurrying away. "Me," he finally finished. "Their reaction was not one of intimidation."
He had the feeling this youth would continue to chatter and he would have to carry--
He sighed when he saw a young child. "Come on, dear." He picked her up to save her from the swarm.
Literally carry this whole affair on his own shoulders.
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But now was not the time to indulge in his own vanity. His frock coat was already in enough distress he doubted he could summon much of it.
"If you can't make sense of that tongue, put it to better use." For once, that was not a flirtation. Old or not, he was not so young as to be interested in someone who hadn't seen twenty years. "You may leave the aggression to-- I say mind the cravat!" He smacked the ungrateful offender on the head, which was enough to send him scurrying away. "Me," he finally finished. "Their reaction was not one of intimidation."
He had the feeling this youth would continue to chatter and he would have to carry--
He sighed when he saw a young child. "Come on, dear." He picked her up to save her from the swarm.
Literally carry this whole affair on his own shoulders.