"Saint took a seat at the main faro table at the Society club. "What the devil is a ladies' political tea?" Tristan Carroway, Viscount Dare, finished placing his wager, then sat back, reaching for his glass of port. "Do I look like a dictionary?" "You're domesticated." Saint motioned for a glass of his own, despite unfriendly looks from the tables' other players. "What is it?" "I'm not domesticated; I'm in love. You should try it. Does wonders for your outlook on life." "I'll take your word for it, thank you."