#( 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 ; asks (( lydia ))

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honorhearted asked : Pillow Princess or Power Bottom? (Lydia)

This Or That Meme. / @honorhearted -- accepting

        ❝ I don't believe I'm the greedy sort, ❞ Lydia clarifies to begin with, wanting to cover all her bases. ❝ I believe the best part of intercourse is the chance to observe your partner's reaction from the pleasure you're giving them. Especially if my partner is over me. Would that make me a power bottom? ❞ She asked with a tilt of her head and a scrunch of he nose.

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retrograderesemblance asked : ✿ lydcoe!

SEND “ ✿ ” FOR 2 HEADCANONS FOR OUR MUSES’ RELATIONSHIP. / @retrograderesemblance -- accepting

One. I think Lydia already had a decent shot with a gun. Still, during their time together hunting Rogers Simcoe helped her practice to perfect her aim with a musket/flintlock, and maybe some general fighting techniques? Whether this was a good idea or not is up for debate.

Two. More of a general headcanon, but I imagine when Christmas came around when they were in Setauket or traveling around, Lydia put together a dinner because most of the QR couldn't return to their families. She might've tried to get Simcoe to help her with this.

Three. (Honorable mention, since I felt like the last one was pretty general and not dynamic-specific), We already talked about this before, but when they were dealing with their feelings they stared at each other a lot. At the time, this annoyed Lydia more than anything (while she was trying to deny her feelings), but now it's this weird wholesome thing where Lydia enjoys being looked at by him and/or watching him.

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honorhearted asked : “I mean…KIND OF” (@ Lydia, lmao...and thankfully not your other muses -- though he'd never admit if he did for Astrid.)

Put “I mean…” in my inbox if your muse has m.asturbated thinking about my muse. / @honorhearted -- accepting

        Embarrassment was an understatement for the way a blush crawled onto her cheeks and burned her skin, rooting her in place as Ben fumbled through his admittance of… what was it? Thinking of her in his private matters?

        As the idea entered her mind, all she could imagine was the way his voice would tighten with want and urgency in the dim candlelight. She imagined him at his desk, the glow shining onto his desk as a reminder of how late and how wrong it was for him to remain at his office after hours. She could imagine her name leaving his lips in an excited release of breath, through gritted teeth, through strain and enjoyment. Through the motivation of getting to his release, he had thought of her. More than once. And if Lydia was to be honest? she didn’t know whether to feel a sense of pride or embarrassment at the blatant admittance. It was better than him thinking of someone else, right?

        Embarrassed coiled deeper in her stomach for what she planned to say next.

        ❝ Can you show me how you touch yourself to the thought of me? ❞

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pagetreader asked : [AMNESIA] a starter where my muse has lost all of their memories and doesn't remember your muse (Nicholas @ Lydia, except they haven't met prior and she could potentially give away sensitive info if she starts to randomly maybe)

Can't find the meme. / @pagetreader

    𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐋𝐲𝐝𝐢𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞. She wasn’t as familiar with York City’s streets as she was accustomed to Philadelphia, but New York was the closest resemblance to home when it was compared to the Patriot camp. Much like the Patriot camp, Lydia was thankful for the way she was swept away from the busy streets, given the recent change of scenery at Nicholas’ estate. She wasn’t one to find many things to be thankful for when it came to the British Army, but she appreciated the gesture of being invited into someone’s home for the time being. The long halls and the chance to have a Major by her side, all in the comfort of his home, was a brilliant opportunity for intelligence; it all depended on how much Nicholas was willing to divulge to Mrs. Barnett.

    As a widow, she had a rare opportunity for sympathy. The widow aspect of her act was true and it was always crucial to string along some truth with a lie, but she might’ve played it up a bit in a way to devoid suspicion. She was a widow, traveling through York City to get to her in-laws in Philadelphia in time for her husband’s funeral. A simple lie that would hopefully keep her around long enough to gather some intel, but not too long to cause suspicion. 

        ❝ Thank you for inviting me here, Major. ❞ Lydia looked up at Nicholas beside her, taking in his visage for any reaction she could pick up on. ❝ Your estate is very extravagant. Have you been in New York for long? ❞

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honorhearted asked : ☎️ for Lydia, if you have a modern verse?

Send ☎️ And I Will Tell You. / @honorhearted -- accepting

What My Muse Has For Your Muse's Contact Info: Ben <3 (or some cheesy, cringy childhood nickname Caleb gave him at some point, also she changes it to husband when they get married), his address and his email, place of work (idk if they are asking this specific but lmao)

What Their Ringtone Is: She asked him for the name of his favorite song and she put it as his ringtone, usually what song she hears often in his car.

The Last Text They Sent Your Muse: You'll be excited to see what I have at home (she purposely left this suspenseful lmao)

What Image My Muse Has For Your Muse In Their Phone: (giving me excuses to look up the turn actors, I see)

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anoseforrottenapples asked : “?”--for Lydia from either Mary or Troy (I'll decide when we get there if that works for you XD)

Send me “?” and i’ll write a starter for you that includes one of the following sentences. / @anoseforrottenapples -- accepting

        ❝ Where are we? ❞ (72)

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honorhearted asked : For Lydia ☎

Put ☎ in my ask for your muses info in my muses phone:

NAME: Major Tallmadge (y’know because of their secret relationship if anyone was to snoop in on her phone)

^ If married and post-war: Ben <3

RINGTONE: Soldier, Poet King by the Oh Hellos (... for no reason)

PICTURE: 

LAST TEXT RECEIVED: Dear Lydia, thank you for the intelligence report. Yours truly, Benjamin Tallmadge.

LAST TEXT SENT: You’re very welcome, Major. :)))

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anonymous asked : Lydia: Ben and Laurence (but hopefully he's alive here)

Tell me who you think my character should have a th.ree.some with. -- still accepting

      𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐋𝐲𝐝𝐢𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞, the ink ran ruthlessly across the page of her half-finished intelligence decoding. For now, the stain went undetected as she pondered what exactly made someone ask such a cruel question at this time of day. The sleep hadn’t left her eyes yet and here she was expected to give an answer on whether or not she would sleep with both her departed husband and her recent lover.

      If Laurence was still with the living, as given in this scenario, she wouldn’t have been with Ben. That was the cruel part of it and if Laurence went against fate and common sense with a miracle that he was alive once again, she couldn’t supply an answer for what she would do then. Wouldn’t it be right to go back to her previous partner? The man she was initially wedded to? Their marriage was assumed to last for an entire lifetime, so would she be a sinner to deny him? Lydia didn’t think she could break either of their hearts, but if that imaginative scenario did come to be, she would--

      It didn’t matter. This was a question that demanded an answer from her in the present. Thankfully, the person was sympathetic enough to only ask one question regarding the two.

      It was hard to imagine how this would play out and she doubted the two knew each other enough to not be awkward around one another at first. Laurence was always open to ideas, but he took monogamy more seriously than he took most things. He wouldn’t have taken up such an idea, and she assumed Ben wouldn’t want to be in the same place as--

      Here she was again with her whirlwind thoughts. She was giving it more thought than what it was worth and her time was being wasted here each second she looked more into it. None of this was possible, thankfully, for her to truly consider what she would do.

       ❝ If both were willing, I would be open to it, but I fear jealousy might arise between the two. ❞ And that’s all the question required: a yes or a no answer. She squeezed her eyes shut and took in a breath, trying to quell her mind from reaching into those dark depths again.

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anonymous asked : Lydia: Courageous, kind, even-tempered (for the most part), and an invaluable member to the ring.

Send your muse’s thoughts about mine on anon. -- accepting

        𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬, it took a few moments for her to blink the blurriness out of her vision to focus back on the parchment before her. As sleep fatigued as she was, she managed to get through a decoding report this morning, even if she managed to trudge through it at a slower pace than usual. The war never sleeps, and holding true to the expectations that fell over her and the other camp followers, she thought that she was going to spend the rest of her day doing laundry with the promise of supporting the army. With the hard labor, it would have guaranteed her some rest tonight and if she was persistent, it wouldn’t be long until the sun would lower to night time. Then in the cold blanket of nightfall, she could rest her weary form.

        Until the flap of the tent opened and in a rushed tone, a woman had passed along a parchment folded in the resemblance of a bird. A swan, it seemed.

        ❝ Don’t know who wrote this, but I was told it needed to be brought to you immediately. ❞

        The tiredness that had clogged her brain had momentarily dispersed as the daylight punctured through the opening of her tent and a chill ran along her form with the urgency of this letter. However someone managed to fold this into this shape, Lydia wasn’t certain she could figure out how to remake it, so she slowly went through the motions of unfolding it. With its bent edges, she tried to remember the manner it was folded in, but that remembrance was lost on her as her eyes looked over the words. No author and certainly there was no urgency about it. The message was more wholesome than she expected it to be.

        Depending on who you asked, Lydia might fit this description or not at all. Abraham Woodhull might not say these traits are the most notable of Mrs. Barnett, but he would disagree with the idea that she was even-tempered. Her mother, with all of her love and adoration influencing her intense protectiveness of her daughter, would find the claim that Lydia being even-tempered as a contrast to how Lydia was as a child. But Lydia found it to be true, for the most part. She had surely grown more patience and had a better sense of when to hold her tongue than when she was younger. Still, the words felt almost too kind. She didn’t feel as if she  didn’t deserve them, but they felt… out of place. What did she do to owe such a compliment? And why was it seen as an urgency for her to look over it?

        She had a few people in mind: that one woman's chores she took care of when she was sick, Anna, maybe, but Ben seemed the most prominent culprit. Though, she would think he would be less lenient when it came to judging her temper. But in the last few months, there hadn’t been any arguments between them, so perhaps Ben had changed his tune regarding her.  Maybe.

        Regardless, even as she couldn’t figure out how to fold it back to its original shape, she stored it away under her inkwell. She had neatly folded it, even as creases ran across its surface, memorializing its original formation.

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honorhearted asked : "It's nothing, really…" Unable to look Lydia in the eye, Ben held a gift wrapped in cloth and twine, fumblingly turning it around and around between his hands. "I'll admit I had to consult with Anna for a bit -- I did get it from her sutler cart, after all -- but my eye drew to it first. I only asked her if…i-if she found it suitable."

Slowly, a hint of pink filled his face, as it often did whenever he was unsure of himself. "I've never bought...I mean..." Sighing, Ben extended his arm and handed her the gift, squirming beneath her gaze. "I figured you'd might like it...that it might return a sense of normalcy to your day-to-day routine."

Inside was a silver-plated hairbrush. Although Ben didn't much care for fripperies, the moment he saw it in Anna's cart, he'd immediately thought of Lydia's fine, ebony hair -- of how it would suit her unlike any other. She, too, wasn't one for extravagance, but after all they'd been through in the past several years, Ben wanted her to have it. He felt Lydia deserved something fine to call her own -- that she deserved a token of his unyielding appreciation.

Discomfited, he softly added, "I hope you like it."

Aside from his mother, she was the first woman he'd ever given a gift to before, and he hoped and prayed that it was well-received.

Lydia’s Birthday Weekend. / @honorhearted​ -- accepting

       𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭. But so far, Lydia had been lucky that their secret relationship only existed by the mouth of gossipers, not in the mouth of anyone with real authority like Washington who would have more leverage to end the relationship then and there. But with each of Ben’s appearances, she knew there was always the possibility of it being the last.

       As she heard the tent flap lift, Lydia hadn’t raised her head. She had no need to, there was nothing incriminating in front of her. Just a single piece of parchment in front of her, a letter from her mother, but there was sneaky suspicion in her gut that it was Ben. Before she would get her confirmation, she opened her mouth to speak and found her words overlapped with that of Ben’s low voice. Upon hearing the familiar tone, the hair on the back of her neck rose as if a breeze from outside went through her tent, and her stomach twisted with a feeling of excitement. 

       As she turned, an object with a slim, but round, handle pressed against her palm. It had more weight to it than she expected, but it wasn’t difficult at all to hold. As Ben spoke, collecting his thoughts, with his loose tongue, she turned the objects over. It was familiar, in an tip-on-the-tongue way, but nothing came to mind as she looked over both sides of the covered gift.  If her mom hadn’t sent her a letter with the mention of her birthday, Lydia would’ve been confused about why Ben was so adamant about giving her a gift. Going so far as to confide in Anna. She trusted both of their judgments, but she thought she hadn’t done anything overly spectacular to receive a gift wrapped in cloth.

       Lydia’s smile warmed her cheeks as she imagined Anna’s laugh and extended the object to Ben with the cloth and twine soon after, assuring Ben that she would like whatever it was. Her stare lifted from the object with a crease between her brows at his interesting word choice. “ Normalcy? “ Whatever this was, she was eager to find out. Camp was not home, but for now, camp wasn’t an unfamiliar setting to her after all of these years. She soon knew the ins and out of gossip, grasped her responsibilities, and the death tolls that were reported were nothing new, but an unfortunate effect of war. It still didn’t ease the stab of guilt she felt when she witnessed the grieving wives in camp.

       As Ben finished and stood still in the silence, Lydia found it a reasonable time to finally untie the item that was giving Ben so much nervous tension. She broke apart the twine and unfurled the cloth with a gentle touch, pulling back all of the wrapped layers to find her eyes settled upon a blonde cluster of bristles. It was a hairbrush in much finer condition than her current one with its cracking handle and chipped backing. Ben might’ve never seen it, but the fact this item hadn’t been picked up at all in Anna’s cart was a treasure in itself. However long he’s been eyeing it, he picked it up in time as her current hairbrush began to show its age. 

       ❝ Ben… it’s… ❞ A new light shone in her eyes as she turned it over, catching sight of all of the wave-like patterns on its backing. The curled patterns added more character to the silver brush, it made it unique, and it was the exact reason why she felt so stunned over having the item in her hands. Its finery shouldn’t be in camp, she didn’t require such a delicacy.

       She lifted her head, rising from her chair and practically falling into his hold with the boldness of her embrace as she clutched the hair brush in hand. She squeezed and squeezed and didn’t realize how much she squeezed Ben’s body until she moved out of his hold and took in the sight of him. 

       ❝ It’s beautiful. ❞ She lifted the hairbrush in her hand and gently tapped his shoulder, not feeling guilty about stealing some more of his time for now. ❝ Do you think you would have the time to brush my hair for me? ❞

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anonymous asked : Ben x Lydia, comfort s.ex?

Unprompted asks(?). -- always accepting

       I wasn’t sure what meme this was for (if it was) and just a general idea sort of thing, but I'm answering this ooc I feel like I can give a more detailed response towards this and Lydia wouldn’t be sure how to reply to a suggestion. So a character study moment it is.

       This all depends on honorhearted on whether this would occur, but I know generally for Lydia with any romantic dynamic, she would be into this. Despite what is usually the case on this blog, Lydia does have a preference for more soft, sensual, passionate s.ex. She couldn’t have rough s.ex all of the time because while it’s fun, it doesn’t really show “love” to her, I guess? Like she feels like she would be used more for “relief” or “release” than any love and affection tied to it. Rougher moments spice things up, especially for writing, but Lydia prefers a healthy combination of both rough and soft s.ex and I feel as if comfort s.ex would be in a similar category. 

       I think for comfort s.ex, it would probably be angsty just knowing these two. There might be some mentioning of Laurence or this started from an angsty event (whatever that would be). So I think it would be very emotional and might be more talk-focused with the comfort element (reassuring someone for example), but I can see it being slow and perhaps a passionate thing. Lydia’s own usage of comfort has ever included in.tercourse, but if her partner was into it or things went in that direction, she would be open to it.

        @honorhearted​ (since you’re mentioned here)

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anonymous asked : Lydia, rumor has it that you're nothing but a Continental bed warmer.

Send me a very scandalous rumor about my muse to see how they would react. -- accepting

        At the mere suggestion that she as a bed warmer in any sense of the word, Lydia furrowed her brows and her jaw tightens. Didn't soldiers and their wives have enough responsibilities to take care of than partake in cruel gossip? Lydia didn't seem to grasp that the times she spent hidden away in her tent--decoding intelligence--might look suspicious to any wandering eye.

        ❝ The only bed I have warmed is my own, ❞ she sharply spats out, sending a glare over to the stranger before turning back to her laundry.

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anonymous asked : Lydia, is there anything that would make you swing to the loyalist side?

Anon hour starts now. Everything will be answered. -- accepting

        𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐢𝐭. Lydia’s face hardened and her teeth dug into her cheek to keep her from running her mouth as her brows knitted together. As fiery as she was, she surprisingly managed to rein in her voice. For all intents and purposes, Lydia was giving this person an offer of mercy with reserving her anger. Her lips thinned. 

        Lydia was a woman who kept the values and opinions of those close to her near to her heart. She molded her own values, opinions, and the beliefs she held to be true from her parents and from Laurence. Both were staunch patriots, even in the city of Philadelphia where a red coat could be seen on every street corner with a tricorn hat near every shop window. If she was to betray--or rather, swing (as they put it)--to the other side, who would she be? 

        She strayed from her parents' opinions a few times if she felt strongly about it and the end result strongly outweighed whatever her parents may think. They knew her true character, they would find her kindness, her selfishness, through any action they would disagree with. She was guided by her heart and they believed that her heart was pure.

        But she didn’t find this to be the case if she was to become a loyalist. She wouldn’t only go against her parents, but what would Laruence’s fighting be for? A cause that Lydia would wish to end? She found that his fight would be useless then if her actions were successful. It would be of the highest betrayal for as much as she praised her childhood sweetheart.

        ❝ I wouldn’t. I would die for my beliefs and I hope you understand the weight of my words. ❞ Her actions may be questionable at times, but she believed her loyalty was clear, even if it seemed muddied at times.

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unyieldingvalxr asked : ? Elsie to her sister Lydia

Send me “?” and i’ll write a starter for you that includes one of the following sentences. / @unyieldingvalxr -- accepting

        ❝ At least we're going together. ❞ (112)

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honorhearted asked : ‘  in  my  dreams  ‘ for Lydia (if it was anyone else, we'd have a problem LOL)

Send  ‘  in  my  dreams  ‘  if  your  muse  has  ever  had  a  s.ex  dream  about  my  muse. / @honorhearted​ -- accepting

      𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. Dinner parties, gatherings, and debutante balls that she never had the social class to go to all struck a nervous chord in her mind. Lydia’s attention span has been reined in through the years, only flaring when there was stress in her life, but despite all the rigorous training it took through the years, the nervousness fluttering in her stomach didn’t deter her worry of failure. Of not catching something important. If she focused so much on this nervous tension, it would be the same as if she willingly accepted her attention span to wander.

      But she was not alone. Spotting Ben by her side in the corner of her eye gave her some relief, but she still distracted herself from her task. His eyes were focused forward on the growing crowd around them, all talking at various volumes that filled the room, but he was only a moment away. All she would need to do is open her mouth and speak aloud his alias or whisper his real name under her breath to draw his attention, but before she could get his attention, he leaned towards her, his eyes flickering over to her with a look of… mischief, it seemed.

      The scandalous confession made her cheeks flush. Everyone they spoke with knew them as husband and wife. She still kept the ribbon Ben gave her months ago tied around her wrist because she didn’t have the heart to part with it, but even a husband’s confession of lust-filled dreams of his wife seemed inappropriate for such a setting. If they intended to listen in on everyone else’s conversations, who’s to say that a loyalist wasn’t listening in on theirs?

      But curiosity was a great motivator that could make the anxious Lydia drift from their current objective. If he was so willing to part with this information in such a public setting, she would test him to see how far he would go.

       ❝ And what do those dreams consist of-- ❞ The word “Major” almost slips from her lips, making her thin her smile and press her lips forcefully together to hold back the word. ❝ -- Mr. Bolton? ❞

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honorhearted asked : 😍 for Lydia (apologies in advance, haha)

Send me 😍 if your muse finds mine attractive. / @honorhearted​ -- accepting

       ❝ Your compliments are well appreciated, the feeling is mutual, and don’t disagree with me on this. You are very handsome. ❞