Common amongst the elite [is breathless through the gaps between overlong teeth and their lopsided grin of a smile, more overtly awed than anyone present might realize whilst watching his companion tear into bottled merlot like it was a prey animal entrapped.] —and the whores, like my good self— [a flourish there, gloved fingers artfully splayed in mimicry of genteel genuflection. Hello, Fenris, honorary member of the Patriar for one unseen night.] for all the other echelons, not so much at all.

But be patient, dear vanguard. Stick around long enough and you'll learn all my favorites, I promise you.

[A wistful intake of air that he can relish for the way it melts in living lungs, and then:]

Is it not the same here?