‘Why do you allow Starling to believe you are a woman?’ He turned to me, waggled his eyebrows and blew me a kiss. ‘And am I not, fair princeling?’ ‘I’m serious,’ I rebuked him. ‘She thinks you are a woman and in love with me. She thought that we had a tryst last night.’ ‘And did we not, my shy one?’ He leered at me outrageously.