... a dark and stormy night.
Suddenly a shot was poured.
"Oh, I was about to get you another shot?," Lady Helen cooed.
"Only my third, my dear," replied Lord William, "to take the edge off. You agree, yes?"
Lady Helen narrowed her eyes such that her eyebrows formed a heart-shaped arch, but said nothing. She turned on her well clad heel and marched out of the room to a regular clack clack clack clack. And those clacks could go on for quite some time, endearingly.
Lord William swirled his glass, took a long draught of gin and sighed, "Lucky me."
At that moment there was an audible *pop* to which Lord William turned.
In his amazement he saw ...