Lydia: FINE I'LL MARRY YOU! JUST DON'T HURT THAT BEAUTIFUL, BEAUTIFUL FACE! Lydia: Let me deflect this sexual tension with the asinine idea of a horse race for my hand in marriage! Vere and Lydia: Wow! I liked that way more than is probably good for me! Vere: Bother bother bother bother! *shirt is slightly unbuttoned* Bother bother! Vere: My mansplaining powers have failed me! Why?! I know! I'll keep popping up in her life and bothering her with my devil-may-care hotness! Vere: Oh look, a woman driving recklessly! Hello little lady, allow me to mansplain why getting into an argument with a lady-pimp in a slum by yourself is bad idea.Īll of London: LOL! VERE GOT BEAT UP BY A GIRL! Lydia: Oh no! An evil procuress is ruining the lives of prostitutes in London and no one cares! Obviously I must pursue her and write a scathing inditement of her in my paper! Vere: OMFG, every dude in my family is dead and now I'm a Duke! Obviously I must drink and debauch my pain away! not because he's starting to like her or anything.
The Rub: When a girl punches him in the face, he decides to follow her around in order to get back at her. Acquiring the dukedom only after the deaths of nearly all of his male relatives, Vere refuses to handle his ill-gotten responsibilities and devotes himself to debauchery and indulgence. The Dude: Vere Mallory, Duke of Ainswood. The Rub: When a boorish aristocrat interferes in her investigation - and continues interfering - she has trouble reconciling her growing feelings for him with her desire to remain independent. A successful journalist, she's pursuing a story against a notorious pimp - all the while secretly writing a popular romance serial.
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