DISGUST RIPPLES ACROSS chiseled face, shoulder swinging out front as he pivoted on heel for the countess’ viewing pleasure. he wasn’t a doll meant to be dressed, but the cooing over was something he could enjoy. turning from the body length mirror, arms swung out as he eyed elizabeth leisurely sprawled along the couch. lip curling, he practically growled his comments. ❛ i look like that powderpuff bitch-cake of yours; dick, or whatever it was. got something else?