" My lord," she said, inspecting the cuts and burns on his face, "you look like the loser in a tavern brawl."
Coming forward, Westcliff took her hand and executed an impeccable bow over it. He surprised her by pressing a chivalrous kiss to the back of her wrist. "Had I ever participated in a tavern brawl, madam, I assure you that I would not have lost."
That drew a grin from Annabelle, who could not help reflecting that twenty-four hours ago, she had despised his arrogant aplomb, whereas now it seemed almost endearing. "

― Lisa Kleypas , Secrets of a Summer Night (Wallflowers, #1)