Raik'ul I name you!
"Now why would you say that to me?" He didn't turn around. She'd just said he was a womanizing freak, with one of those tones that said she thought it was.. alluring.
"Who are you talking to?" said the Studor, which was strange as his head was melting down his chest.
"I have got to be dreaming." he muttered to himself. A neon-eyed butterfly buzzed by, blinking and clicking as it went down to Marquess D'Homily.
"The sound of her chest clashing together is enough to deafen a man!" he exclaimed.
"Are you saying she's.. endowed?" his date asked, alarmed.
"No, I'm just saying that we call her hugs the H.O.D. The Hug of Death. She could kill a man with those things. Aught to be a law.. now come on. We've got ten minutes to get there." he dropped his keys on the table and sat down stiffly at attention.