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When they broke apart, he was dizzy. “Well,” he said, straightening his cravat. “That was… deeply unsanitary. And yet. I find myself not entirely opposed to a repeat performance.”

Perdita grinned. “Knew it. You’re not a monster, Edmund. You’re just a grumpy cat who needs a good walk.” Blackadder Monster Sex 05

He didn’t ride out with a sword or a stake. That would be common. Instead, he used what he did best: cunning. He sent Baldrick to divert the Duke’s attention by releasing a flock of bats into his castle’s belfry (“It’s a classic, Baldrick. They’ll be finding guano in his coffin for a century.”). Then, under cover of a convenient fog, he swapped the silver nitrate barrels with barrels of concentrated wolfbane essence—which, while foul-tasting, was harmless to werewolves but would give any vampire who touched it a rash for a decade. When they broke apart, he was dizzy

He thought of Perdita’s laugh. Her terrible table manners. The way she’d nuzzled his cold hand once, her wolf form’s rough tongue surprisingly gentle. And yet

Edmund still complained. About the hair on his velvet. About the smell of wet dog after a full moon. About Perdita’s habit of leaving half-eaten bones in his sarcophagus.