Re: Hell's Kitchen, Marvel, Clem & Matt
[Matthew was surprised to be in her bed, when it came down to it. Great ladies had several beds, surely. He was willing to allow for American cultural differences, and he would have known if other people slept in this bed the same way he knew that she did regularly. He decided mentioning it was allowed, since she was free with the commentary. Perhaps she was a high-class lady that was free with her favors. That would make a lot more sense... but it did not allow for her obvious education. And her people wore plaid for no reason. No rules applied. This whole city was a chaotic, lawless madhouse. He sighed--very carefully.
He understood one thing immediately.] A babe? Thine? [His face was open, without judgment, just curious. He took the Tylenol, and without any of the hesitation over the other pills, he tasted one and downed them. He drank down that water bottle again, and nearly finished it before lying back and closing the available space between top eyelid and bottom, slim as it was.]
We are not in Rome, and 'tis only there Catholics are ... regarded real kind. I count myself among the fortunate your people do not seek us out to hang or burn. [No laughter with that. He struggled over to one side of the pillow.] I hope not to make free with your bed, and should you find me atop you in the night, you may punch me. [Closing his eyes again.]