“It's the lady, then," he murmured.”
“Hush," he murmured. "There now. Hush." He traced his finger along her jaw. "That is a sweet thought," he whispered. "Except, my lady, I cannot die.”
“It's our song," he murmured into my ear.”
“Still the hottest angel I know," he murmured."It's beyond me how you're still on staff.”
“Have the last word ma'm," he said cheerfully, "It's a lady's priviledge.”
“Thank you,” she forced herself to say. “I would be most . . . relieved.” He led her to the floor, where they queued up for the country dance. “Relieved?” he murmured with amusement. “Ladies usually find themselves ‘delighted’ or ‘honored’ to dance with me. Even ‘thrilled.’ ” She shrugged helplessly. “It was the first word that came to mind.”