“He’s a slippery, piquant bastard who believes a marquess’s rapier is an achievable personality type, and so horrifically attractive he looks like—like singing woodland creatures help him dress in the morning. I can’t stand him.” “Clearly,” Park said, amused. “Sometimes I look like a woodland creature. And I helped you get dressed a couple hours ago. I can hum a little tune next time if it makes you feel special.”
