Upon hearing this, the girl nodded vigorously at him, a look of "my cousin gets me best" appreciation shining in her beautiful, pale-blue eyes.
Then, her expression became somewhat sheepish.
"That is to say, a bit... more advanced than the normal sisterly love of sharing a bed."
"Oh."
At first, Byron didn't quite catch on. His mind froze for a second before the realization hit him, and his body shuddered instantly.
"What??!"
His voice suddenly rose by an octave as he enunciated each word, "Jacqueline! What do you mean by 'a bit more advanced'? It took Violet and me over half a year to reach this point. But you? Seven days! You've only known each other for seven days, and you've already devoured her?!"
"Thank goodness I didn't send you to face the eighty-one trials. If that portly monk fell into your hands, he wouldn't even have time to cry for help! He'd be too busy helping you nurse your children!"
