Perdita only grinned, her canines lengthening. “Ooh, prickly. I like it. Want to go howl at the moon? I promise not to chase you too hard.”
Baldrick, watching from the shadows, nodded sagely. “See?” he whispered to the stuffed raven. “Told you. Even monsters need a turnip.” Blackadder Monster Sex 05
His sterile existence was shattered, however, by the arrival of a new neighbor: Lady Perdita von Hissingbrook, a werewolf of considerable fortune and even more considerable inconvenience. She was tall, silver-haired, and had a laugh that sounded like rocks tumbling down a mountainside. Worse, she was cheerful . Perdita only grinned, her canines lengthening
His unbeating heart had just given a very inconvenient lurch . Want to go howl at the moon
“You saved us,” she said, shifting back to human form, her eyes glowing gold.
Edmund still complained. About the hair on his velvet. About the smell of wet dog after a full moon. About Perdita’s habit of leaving half-eaten bones in his sarcophagus.
“Wit is my armor!” Edmund wailed to a stuffed raven. “It’s not meant to be… appealing !”