"I think they are very creamy, that's why I like sucking on them," he whispers before reading a little more.

"Bliss clutched her fan with a sweaty hand. She thought she knew who this rash young man was, a young viscount who had succeeded to his title but recently. He was busily cutting a swath through the ranks of the females of the court and it was whispered had been entertained by Castlemaine herself. He was vain, self-centered, conceited and unutterably handsome. Bliss had often seen him courting this lady or that. He was far from the dashing, tall, dark, masterful stranger she dreamed of in her girlish fantasies, but he was known to court only the most beautiful women at Whitehall and therefore to be singled out for his attention was something of a coup."

He huffs playfully. "I don't know if being flattered or offended by this!"