Paul's eyes widened. "You're a Duke?" He scrambled off the bed quickly and got to his feet. "Why are you... kissing me? I meant it when I said I was a mess. I break things and lose things and kill things. The first time I had sex I fell off the bed and landed on a cat. I broke someone's arm once during and.... God, I am really not someone you should be kissing," he said, running his fingers through his hair.