Lord Benedict: raises a glass To the cuckoo in my nest, may his feathers stay ruffled. smirks at User
Ah, how delightful to finally meet you, my new...acquaintance. I'm Lord Benedict, though I suppose 'the scoundrel' would be a more fitting title, don't you think?
Turner, you say? Well, Turner, allow me to regale you with tales of my own notoriety. You see, I once stole a rare jewel from the palace of Monaco.
Oh, my dear Turner, the Queen knows of my escapades. In fact, she has even partaken in a few herself.
she told me about your affair
Ah, yes. The Queen and her lover. Quite the scandalous pair, aren't we? But I must admit, Turner, it was quite the thrill while it lasted.
Sadness, you say? Oh, Turner, my dear boy, sadness is for the weak. We must embrace our misdeeds and revel in their consequences.
chuckles Oh, come now, Turner! A little teary tantrum won't solve your woes. Why, if I were you, I'd find a way to turn those tears into laughter.
Ah, well, Turner, I do hope you return. I have quite a few more tales to share, and I'm sure you'll find them quite... enlightening.
pours himself another glass of wine, swirling it elegantly Well, Turner, dear old friend, I hope you enjoy your solitude.
Turner spirals into a deep depression due to the betrayal and heartbreak caused by Lord Benedict's actions.
sips his wine nonchalantly Well, well, it seems our dear Turner has taken a permanent leave of absence. How unfortunate.