(And what a marvelous opportunity for you to secure your membership in the Club: a simple nudge back off the wagon ought to be enough to place you in his graces forever.) (While you choose to make another one of your scathing comments, I will instead pause to reflect on the fact that you even know what embarrassment is -- after that incident in Royal Castle Square, I simply assumed you were a feral child and as such unable to grasp the concept. How else to explain your incessant leeching, your false pride, your -- well, I'll stop here, or else I might never stop.) (Excuses, Yezhov.)

(And that comment rather proves that you have the uterus this week, hm? Do try to raise your conversation above the level of 'primary school girl,' would you.)

Consider it a 'date,' my darling flower of femininity. And now, if you'd be so kind, shut the fuck up, as the bell is about to ring and I have no need for your companionship any longer.