Lord Borr curled his sausage sized finger towards himself, beckoning young Mr. Wendleworth towards him. "Come here, my boy. I'll let you in on a secret. Come here, don't be shy - that's what they are over at the girls' school - shy babies. Be a man and come here. Let Lord Borr thrust some knowledge upon you, give you some perspective, and teach you a lesson." Lord Borr patted his knee and welcomed Mr. Wendleworth to sit upon it like a grandson might be beckoned to his grandfather.

Before he could get Kingston settled though, there was another young man at his side. Two, actually. Lord Borr truly was very busy and very important. "Son, I'm sorry to hear that. But you know what I like to hear? You know what I'm hearing? I'm hearing ALL GOOD THINGS! I hear you all wanting better! THE BEST! I LIKE IT!" Lord Borr had the manic spitting again. "Professor Branxton! These boys want SILK napkins!"