"Wasn't it an omega you bought?" returns Alexander, archly.
Burr is not so different, he finds, now that he is close. He is trim, and a not displeasing figure, though rather older, gone grey. (Is Alexander only thinking this because of the heat? Because of their surroundings, and how suggestively lewd this place is, in Alexander's mind?)
Alexander himself is dressed in soft shirt, silk fitted waistcoat, made to emphasize the curve of his waist. Dressed like a man, but yet with something womanly about it, not so different from how he dressed in his former life, which drew criticisms and insinuations of a strange womanishness.
"When hurricane passes through, there is naught left but wreckage," says Alexander. "The calamity has gone, and death brought me no peace. I have no desire to experience it again. So come in, and have a drink."
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Burr is not so different, he finds, now that he is close. He is trim, and a not displeasing figure, though rather older, gone grey. (Is Alexander only thinking this because of the heat? Because of their surroundings, and how suggestively lewd this place is, in Alexander's mind?)
Alexander himself is dressed in soft shirt, silk fitted waistcoat, made to emphasize the curve of his waist. Dressed like a man, but yet with something womanly about it, not so different from how he dressed in his former life, which drew criticisms and insinuations of a strange womanishness.
"When hurricane passes through, there is naught left but wreckage," says Alexander. "The calamity has gone, and death brought me no peace. I have no desire to experience it again. So come in, and have a drink."