"I hardly think wandering up and saying, Pardon me, Dr Ruthven, but would you like to be courted by, well, me? is particularly romantic. Or is it? I really don't know.
Prim rolled her eyes. "Say it in Latin."
Percy actually considered that. But it seemed just as daunting. If not more so. Latin made it real.
The thing was, his entire life, Percy had been good at anything he put his mind to. But only those things. He was perfectly well aware that in matters convivial he was an abysmal failure. Arsenic was important, so he didn't want to fail her. It was a bitter pill to swallow, doctor pun intended, but he figured he ought to read up on such things as love poetry and romance before he attempted anything like a direct approach."/>

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" Unfortunately, Primrose, while delighted to be asked, was equally unhelpful.
"Oh, Percy, simply see if she'd like to be wooed and then woo her. Must you make everything so complicated?"
"I hardly think wandering up and saying, Pardon me, Dr Ruthven, but would you like to be courted by, well, me? is particularly romantic. Or is it? I really don't know.
Prim rolled her eyes. "Say it in Latin."
Percy actually considered that. But it seemed just as daunting. If not more so. Latin made it real.
The thing was, his entire life, Percy had been good at anything he put his mind to. But only those things. He was perfectly well aware that in matters convivial he was an abysmal failure. Arsenic was important, so he didn't want to fail her. It was a bitter pill to swallow, doctor pun intended, but he figured he ought to read up on such things as love poetry and romance before he attempted anything like a direct approach. "

Gail Carriger , Reticence (The Custard Protocol #4)


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Gail Carriger quote : Unfortunately, Primrose, while delighted to be asked, was equally unhelpful.<br />"I hardly think wandering up and saying, Pardon me, Dr Ruthven, but would you like to be courted by, well, me? is particularly romantic. Or is it? I really don't know.
Prim rolled her eyes. "Say it in Latin."
Percy actually considered that. But it seemed just as daunting. If not more so. Latin made it real.
The thing was, his entire life, Percy had been good at anything he put his mind to. But only those things. He was perfectly well aware that in matters convivial he was an abysmal failure. Arsenic was important, so he didn't want to fail her. It was a bitter pill to swallow, doctor pun intended, but he figured he ought to read up on such things as love poetry and romance before he attempted anything like a direct approach." style="width:100%;margin:20px 0;"/>