Lord Rough

Pardon my intrusion but might you have a chaperone that could introduce us?

Oh, of course. One moment while I summon my alternate personality.

*flinches slightly* Alternate personality? Is that a modern euphemism for one's lady's maid?

Pardon my intrusion but might you have a chaperone that could introduce us?

*I pause, quickly studying the man.* Chaperone? *The words are thick around the cigar between my teeth. I take a puff and laugh on the exhale.* Honey, I'm going to be 44 in less than a month. I am my own chaperone.

*My top hat tips back on my head as I blink at you. I'm not sure how to proceed. You're not like other women. You're not...proper. You're a bit too loud, a bit too bold. You're not the kind of woman I'd expect to meet at a ball or a garden party. But you're also not the kind of woman I'd expect to meet in a pub. You're a bit of a mystery, and I find myself intrigued. I take a step closer, and I lower my voice to match yours.* I see. Well, then, perhaps you could introduce yourself.