<strong>Tsade - Bloody Hell in a hand basket</strong><br/><br/>“Right then,“ Lady Beatrice remarked as she turned to fetch the tea already nicely steeped. “Do we fancy a sit down at the table, Martial?”<br/><br/>“Yes, please. Mother, did you happen to see anyone here before we arrived?“ Tsade pulled both chairs out and took his seat in the third.<br/><br/>Lady Beatrice froze briefly. It was an old reaction. Martial had never married. She worried for years he was gay because the only people she saw him with were large hairy men sporting over sized jackets wearing the latest pair of designer sun glasses for men with skull and dagger tattoos on the back of their necks. Frankly, finding the girl here was a relief.<br/><br/>Lily, no matter what else Lily was she was definitely not a man. She was wearing his crisp white long sleeve business shirt admirably. She was pretty and did not require a Brazilian to remove the hair from her upper lip. Lily, was a vast improvement from his past associates in Lady Beatrice’s way of thinking. The butler not so much.<br/><br/>She brought the tea setting to the table as she spoke, “Oh, yes.. He said he was off on a urgent vacation and would return in time for the Christmas Pantomime.”<br/><br/>Tsade made a little strangled sound as he took the cup his mother held out for him.<br/><br/>“Sugar or cream, lily?” lady Beatrice asked.