“Her French is so flawless she practically sings it!” Richard"s lips spread in a wide grin.
“So what of her countenance? I admit she sounds rather intriguing, if she likes French poetry. Mayhap I"ll introduce her to other French delights…” He left the rest of that thought hanging in the air, but Richard didn"t catch on.
“Her looks? I never noticed. I suppose she"s…” Richard stumbled over his words, eyes wandering. “…normal, I suppose.”
Valentine leaned forward. “A garden slug is normal, Richard … to another garden slug. What color is her hair? Her eyes? What of her stature?”
“Well, she"s … her hair is … now, let me see, what color is her hair? It"s very light and pale, so since childhood they"ve called her Dove. Her eyes are rather … well, have you ever seen bat guano?”
“Cor, she soun
