Wit eludes me, where a subject is concerned.

[lordjohnmarbury]

Despite rumours to the contrary, I am most certainly among the living

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[a_dry_witt]

Will there be dancing, Lord John? I'm not sure I could resist the opportunity to trip the light fantastic with you again.

[lordjohnmarbury]

Ah, Katherine! I'd be most delighted to once again cut a rug -- or several -- with you.

[a_dry_witt]

Sir, you flatter me.

In the Chinese Zodiac I was born in the Year of the Dog. Among other things, I am said to have a sharp tongue. I believe this would fit in nicely at any party you might host.

[lordjohnmarbury]

My dear girl, I come from a long line of stuffy bluebloods taught to worship all things female. Otherwise, our code of conduct would be rather prohibitive to the survival of our particular species. No, my dear, rather you flatter me.

A sharp tongue is an asset to be treasured. And, again, a thing that ought to be shared.

According to that particular web site, I apparently was indeed born in the Year of the Cock. Irony, thou art secretly Chinese.

[spicy_redhead]

If an invitation is being extended, I would be happy to accept.

[lordjohnmarbury]

Ah, my dear, a thousand apologies for not addressing your query sooner. Any sort of snub was most inadvertent.

I'd no idea that my hypothetical musings would inspire literal response. I'd be quite delighted to play host to you, my dear. Rather, I'd gladly play any sort of role you deem fit.