Oooh, Susan. Eight would love to have his granddaughter around.
He finally got his eyes to focus--he'd have to go easy on the vodka next time he visited the Czarina--and stared at the girl. His gaze dropped from her face to her chest, and he flushed hotly. She was... in her underthings. And... Oh, good heavens, he was naked. His arms went in all directions at once, and he fell out of the bed. "Um, hello," he answered after a moment of fruitlessly searching the floor for his clothes. Unsuccessful, he slid half under the bed, laying on his back and staring up at the ceiling. He cleared his throat. "I'm sorry to sound rude, but if we were introduced last night, I seem to have forgotten."