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Art,' she said. 'My second favorite subject.' She gave him a shrewd look. 'You wish for me to ask you what your favorite is.' 'Am I so obvious?' 'You are only obvious when you wish to be.' 'And alas, it still doesn't work. You have not asked me what my favorite subject is.' 'Because,' she returned, sitting down, 'I am quite certain the answer will contain something highly inappropriate.' He placed one hand on his chest, the dramatic gesture somehow restoring his equilibrium. It was easier to play the jester. No one expected as much from fools. 'I am wounded,' he proclaimed. 'I promise you, I was not going to say that my favorite subject was seduction, or the art of a kiss, or the proper way to remove a lady's glove, or for that matter the proper way to remove - ' 'Stop!