“I was satisfied, learning you had lived—at peace even, with my choice to have saved you at the expense of my freedom. I was fine with the fact that the spoiled little Marchese heiress was safe in her tower over the Steam District. So imagine my frustration when a beautiful woman comes into my pub and hikes up her dress to reveal she’s the same girl I’ve been trying to forget about every day for the last seven years of my life.”
