“Hi there." British accent. That's all he had to say, internally I think I started melting.”

“I want to forewarn you,” Bryon says seriously. “It’s very possible that I may start talking with a southern accent.”“That’s all right as long as I can do my British accent.”He squints and shakes his head. “No. That’s stupid. Those don’t even match. Can you do a country backwoods toothless mumble? Because that’ll work.”

“An accent. HE HAS A BRITISH ACCENT. Dear God, I'm dying.”

“The word was out that maybe, just maybe, a British accent would fit. The hair, the skin tone and the bridgework would have to be up to American network standards, but there had been a lot of British accents up there thanking their mothers for their Oscars, a lot of British accents singing on Broadway, and some unusually big audiences tuning in to British accents in wig on Masterpiece Theatre.”

“My gosh, that voice... deep and soft, with the hint of an accent. British, maybe? I was definitely a sucker for accents.”

“Ooh. British accent alert. I love accents. I sat up straighter to make sure I didn’t miss a word.”