Darling, when I was on stage, or occasionally in several minimum security penitentiaries, strange women would offer me things all the time. Flowers, tasteful photographs, marriage proposals. And some of them were wealthy women. Rich dowagers enchanted by my roguish charm, with no head for estate planning whatsoever. And did I accept? That’s not the point.[to Esmé]
Source:S2.Ep9: The Carnivorous Carnival: Part One
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