He slapped his hands together in applause with a stupid smile.
"That's more like it!"
He shivered inside his coat almost out of instinct--he didn't feel that cold anymore. He was distracted from her question when the bough of a tree shedded the great load od snow. Slumf! it all came down in a big pile.
"I get stir crazy in there, Vedette. It's an enormous castle but I don't think any building in the world is big enough to keep Lethe off your back. It's like being locked in a fucking closet!"
He gunned another mouthful of whiskey.
"You're unlike any Prince I've ever known. Not that I've known many. Read about others.. But. You know what I mean."
"I think it's inherited," he said. "Take a look at the family tree some time--I mean, my cousin's so fucking crazy they actually had to give him a better name."