Blackbeak Bluff vér kalóz

the woman spotted the approving light of an entitled male in his eyes; her lip curled imperiously at his crude words. "rum is not something i have," the countess sniffed with a hint of her old imperiousness -- had she the ability, she would have sipped delicately upon a flute of the finest champagne, pinky cocked, upon uttering her rebuttal. as it was, she merely managed to look down her slim muzzle at the ruffian.

"what you can do for me, however," erzsébet intoned with faux graciousness, "is leave me be. now! with that, she sprang without fear at the man, intending to clip the air before his face with her pearled fangs.