#( There will come a soldier who carries a mighty sword ; Ben (( Lydia ))

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honorhearted asked : Bydia for the ship meme. :' )

Just Another Ship Meme: Smut Edition. / @honorhearted -- accepting

1: Who is louder? Lydia? I can see Ben being sorta loud during s.ex, but idk I feel like Lydi ais probbaly louder (and maybe Ben strives to have Lydia be loud during s.ex lmao).

2: Who is more experimental? Uh, Lydia? She's more into tying up than Ben probably is, so I would say Lydia by a smidge.

3: Who takes more risks? Both? I mean they already are taking a large risk by doing it in between meetings and Lydia being under his desk at Ben's office (underrated thread btw), so I would say both of them are willing to be risky.

4: Do they fuck or make love? Make love, but it probably looks like they are just fucking, but I think there are always emotions and a connection tied to it.

5: Lights on or off? I think with candles in this time period, a lot of the areas are pretty dim anyway (besides the natural light), but I would imagine lights on? If anything, really low lighting to not draw much attention to themselves.

6: Who is more likely to be caught masturbating? I want to say Ben for this one, but I'm not entirely sure. I feel like Ben probably masturbates more than Lydia? I mean, I can see Lydia getting caught as well but idk maybe less frequently.

7: Who is more likely to suggest a threesome? Neither. I don't see either of them bringing up this idea, especially since their relationship has to be kept secret, to begin with. The closest thing to a threesome they will have is Caleb accidentally walking in on them and then walking out right afterward lmao.

8: Has either stolen the other’s underwear? No lmao.

9: Who comes first? Not Lydia. I think they both try to finish at the same time, but sometimes I can see Ben finishing first or Lydia.

10: Who is better at oral and who prefers it? I don't think Ben is bad at oral, but I feel like Lydia is a little better at it. I think Lydia is generally really good at oral, but I think they both like to give and receive. So maybe Lydia prefers to receive oral? Idk I can see Ben being really into oral for whatever reason.

11: Who is more submissive? Lydia, generally.

12: Who usually initiates things? I want to say Lydia for this, but I think both of them get in the mood and they have a weird sixth sense for that sort of thing lmao.

13: Who is more sensitive? Emotionally, both of them lmao, but generally, Lydia probably.

14: Who has the most patience? I'm not sure, Ben maybe? He has to deal with Lydia's teasing self, lmao, but I see both of them getting impatient at some point.

15: Which kinks do they share? Oh god I don't remember Lydia's kinks and Ben's, but I would say powerplay, teasing, discipline, hair pulling, semi-public s.ex.

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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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( ooc ): Bydia's legacy on this blog is Ben couldn't get her to finish during their first time together and then Ben had an angsty mental breakdown tjrijdjejfj

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( Lydia Barnett ; continued )

        ❝ No, you are always satisfactory. ❞

        Lydia’s limbs thrummed for rest and hopefully, the dwindled activity of late would allow them a moment of reprieve. More than they usually get. Every time they were swept away into Ben’s tent, once they were both satisfied, before the air would return to their lungs she would have to quickly dress herself if anyone was to grow suspicious over her absence. They were at the mercy of time, but in this small moment of reprieve, it seemed as if they were allowed a moment to breathe.

        Before she would begin to unwind herself from the sheets, Ben strategically placed a knee between her legs and drew closer to her lips. As his lips traced over hers, she could feel the warm breath leave his chuckle. Before she could think of what to say, she felt the soft pad of his thumb grazes her lips, drawing out to the corners, to her cheek. For once at his words, no teasing reply sprung to life, but her body reacted in kind. Between the sheets, she drew up her hand and traced the lines of his muscles. She could remember gripping his hips only moments before. She knew the way it felt to dig her fingers into the soft flesh of his skin. She remembered how his lips drew over her neck and how little space remained between them. 

        A voice echoed in her mind: You got under Laurence’s skin, under his clothes, more than once. 

        She paused in her absentminded tracing over his skin and stilled her touch for a moment. Before that thought could linger any longer, she spoke out loud in hopes of shifting her focus. ❝ I like a man of action, ❞ she couldn’t help but giggle. ❝ I think I also prefer you out of your uniform. ❞ Physically, yes, but also metaphorically. Ben could be a stubborn arse, and so could she, but there was a different side of Ben that shined behind a closed tent.

        Ben pressed her into the bed then and she could feel a surge of excitement race up her spine as their lips met. As he cradled her cheek and leaned towards her, she couldn’t ignore the passion behind his kiss. It was almost as if the two couldn’t last a moment outside of each other’s company, too lovesick to realize it or care. As he drew away, Ben didn’t entirely dismiss the excitement that began to grow inside her as he breathed another chuckle against her skin. His words were as paralyzing as before.

        A blush rose on her cheeks at the call back to her unladylike display of gratitude. ❝ Discipline for you, or for me? ❞ Mischievousness shone in her eyes. ❝ If you get court-martialed and I get drummed out of camp, surely we could still… continue this? If you can withstand my profanities. ❞

@honorhearted

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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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To that bloodshed, crimson clover

Uh-huh, the worst was over

My hand was the one you reached for

All throughout the Great War

Always remember

Uh-huh, we're burned for better

I vowed I would always be yours

'Cause we survived the Great War

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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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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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( Lydia Barnett ; moved to beta )

        𝐋𝐲𝐝𝐢𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧, only optimistic in her perseverance, but Ben’s next words made her pause. Her jaw tightened and she bit her lower lip. Philadelphia? No, no that can’t be possible. Not now.

        ❝ Ben, I can remain here. I don’t require a pass into Philadelphia. ❞ And besides, wouldn’t it be dangerous for her to go there? With the tension on the British side towards Patriot spies? It would seem selfish just go to back to spend time with her family--Laurence’s family--and forsake the cause altogether. 

        Any argument that remained on her tongue stilled as Ben drew her hand over his heart and looked into her eyes, watery as hers may be. For a moment, it silenced her grief and guilt. She couldn’t lie to him. Lydia believed she could never allow herself to deceive him.

        ❝ Yes. I would like to visit them. ❞ Specifically, her mother and her father, but also Laurence’s family. She wondered that if she reunited with them, it could heal her heart over Laurence’s passing, and offer her some solace in this unforgiving war. ❝ We? ❞ she asked aloud, furrowing her brow.

        His question stunned her. It’s as if he could look through her into her aching heart, seeing as she was torn between what she should and shouldn’t do and what she wanted. The same could be said for their relationship, and if Ben was willing to travel there with her, it meant more than words could say. He was right that the city was crawling with the British Army, she would ensure that all their time spent in Philadelphia wouldn’t be with her family. They still had a duty to uphold. Her mother might not understand that, but she would find a way around it. 

        ❝ I want to go, ❞ she repeated and lowered her head.  ❝ And I want to be with you. ❞

        But her resistance came back, even if it was faltering as Ben continued to speak. His own reserve and hesitant words drew her back from making a decision, worrying that if she agreed she would be giving him grief with Washington. ❝ What if there is a battle soon? Surely that’s more important than attending a banquet. If anything, I can travel there, gather the intelligence, and return. I can go with another to avoid suspicion, I’ll work with what I have. ❞

@honorhearted

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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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( Lydia Barnett ; closed starter )

      𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐋𝐲𝐝𝐢𝐚’𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭. The bold specks of ink littering her fingers demonstrated that this work was completed recently and the papers rustled in her hands as she walked up to the headquarters, the wind blowing in her direction in short but heavy bursts. The soldiers stationed in the hallway kept their eyes on her when she entered, though they stood like statues, unmoving besides their gaze as they watched her make her way past them through the hallway. The noise in the place was at a welcome minimum, a rather unusual case for the morning, but it managed to keep Lydia’s focus from drifting as her eyes settled on the ajar door of Ben’s personal room. Usually, she met him by his tent, but when she saw that he was away, her next guess was the place where the aides and Washington conducted their business.

      As she softly pressed on the door, not wishing to be a distraction to anyone in the building if no one was inside, she felt her lips curl into a smile when she spotted the back of Ben’s head. Quill scratching against parchment filled the room as she entered and she closed the door the same way she found it. 

       ❝ Mr. Tallmadge, ❞ she started out formally, but his first name desperately wanted to leave her lips as it had when they were alone in his tent. The name ghosted on her tongue, threatening to spill out if she wasn’t careful enough. As noticed earlier, she knew they were not alone, and while the soldiers were likely tighter with their lips as they were stationed here for the sake of their position, she couldn’t trust that they wouldn’t tap into their curiosity and listen in on them. ❝ I have intelligence for you, if you want it that is. ❞ She couldn’t help herself but sneak some mischief into her words. She stuck to formalities, but she felt as if outwardly, she looked well acquainted with the man that many wouldn’t bat an eye at her words.

@honorhearted​

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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. ❞