Alexander Lisin. The Word Isti. Book 1 (№ 293409)

- Well. What is a bad lady... and you, by the way, I almost liked it! I wanted to call you Queen of the Ball!!
I stopped abruptly and turned to the jester, who suddenly came up with not such a good idea cheerfully plop on the floor, cross-legged and cross-legged in Turkish.
- By whom?
- The Queen! What changed his mind? - squinted slyly it, but I was not joking. Slowly returning, I sat down so that our eyes were at the same level, and, allowing the dress white flower prostrate at the beautiful parquet floor, said quietly:
- It is not necessary so to belittle me, Mr jester. And no need to assign me unworthy titles. From Tim-Tim's indecent jaw dropped.
What?!!
- Every woman in his heart - Queen, same I said softly. - Therefore, calling lady the Queen just one night, you, Mr. jester, risking her deadly insult. I hope you understand why?
He blinked dumbfounded and couldn't think of anything to say. She asks bewildered:
Well... and downright deadly?
I rapaciously smiled, momentarily returning to the bad image of the Phantom, and softly asked:
- Don't you know, Mr. jester, that women are inherently much more dangerous creatures than men? And ever noticed that sometimes scathing slaps you save only white glove?
Under my heavy eyes just as he jumped, crawled back and stared like a rabbit on a boa. Even paled slightly under the makeup, although I may have imagined it.
- P-why the glove? And why white?
- Not to get dirty - seriously I answered.