"Aren't you?" There was a note of breathlessness to the question, and Alcuin chased it away with another swallow of wine. His mind was a jumble of thoughts. Hannibal. Shannon. Anafiel, his red hair, and Felix... not being a gentleman.

He felt strangely giddy at the thought that he could just do something, could just take something because he wanted it, without any thought to the consequences.