If you think I am equally as handsome as Hans... we must be the outliers.

The tweet that will live on in infamy.

Hans can shove a lot of things in a lot of uncomfortable places.

{Upon seeing the woman’s startled reaction, he flushed. That was no way to speak in front of a lady. In front of Alana, yes. In front of a lady, no.} Apologies. I’m sure he’s.... sweet.

{Jefferson’s mouth dropped open. He grappled with trying to find a witty retort, a smart quip, but nothing came. Instead, he merely wrapped himself in angry silence.}

Pleased to make your acquaintance, Miss Charlotte. If you value your limbs and sanity intact, I would recommend fleeing from this family as fast as your overly frilly dress will let you.

Hayley... he’s not talking about that kind of baggage.

{Whatever was going on in his house... Jefferson wanted no part of it.}

Hey, only /I/ have the right to insult my wife. Which I would never do. She’d castrate me in my sleep.

So... the Black Room is gone. Never liked that place. The /Red/ Room is gone. Was never allowed inside that place. As long as neither of those rooms are transferred to our bedroom, I will be a happy King.

{But when was she /not/ angry lately?}

I never said thank you. You did it for your own selfish benefits.

{Highly doubts it because she will be trading a slender body for many, many, MANY sleepless nights once the child arrives.}

It’s really not that difficult of a request.

It was bound to happen eventually.

... Considering you’re dead, I don’t think it’s the best club for me right now.

Although, I may be joining my brother in the afterlife sooner than anticipated after my little stunt.

I don’t see how you can hate from outside of the club. You can’t even get in.

........ Where’s the alternative universe where the dead /remain/ dead.

Unfortunate. And a much bigger headache for the rest of us living.