"I was going to say a glass of scotch, Lord Eward." Harry says, eyebrow raised. "I don't know what you're taking about." He finished, draining his glass. "But I'd like to see you try, Lord Eward. I've never had a fist-fight with an over-sexed, egotistical lord-ling." He smiled, "Just don't expect me to play with your rules, Eward, you already know I can best you."
"Oh? I hadn't realised you owned Miss Rochester, Eward. I thought she was her own woman and, in fact, engaged to another man entirely. I shall talk with her, and about her, as much as I like. Charming young thing that she is. Far too intelligent just to reside as a wife and mother. She could hold her own in Parliament. But I imagine you'd just like to see her hold her own?"