'People like us.' Were he any other sort of fellow out for an evening walk, Bertie might cast a sympathetic eye on him and told him that gentlemen have to make do, what? Bertie was fairly certain the cove meant something else, though. "I don't imagine it is, old boy," he replied, still guarded. "We've been trying to manage that issue, though it's gone a bit sideways."

There was a drawn out pause as he continued to consider the other man, the Beast wary within him, as well. This chap made Bertie feel like there was something unpleasant oozing down his spine. Something that was reminiscent of- "Ah! You're like Ms. Waters! The Notre Dame type?" He'd meant that to come out a little more certain, but he didn't think he was remembering that right. Natalie was from Canada, not France.