Being a compendium of wit, wisdom, repartee, and bon mots for the purpose of effecting rendezvous, assignations, and dalliances with handsome and comely personages.
We begin with an old chestnut: Is that an Emergency Blunderbuss in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?
Do please add your own.
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edited by Lady Sapho Byron on 11/17/2014
āMay I sketch you?ā has been quite effective a number of times.
Also, āIād love to base a character on you.ā Being an author of repute has its benefits.
"Are you a Judgement? Because your hotness is positively blinding."
"Is this a honey-dream? Because you are just too good to be real."
"Come home with me, baby, and weāll give the Bazaar all the love stories it could ever wantā¦"
God, those are terribleā¦ Iām gonna go ahead and say that Zero probably came up with those.
Is your name Rubbery Lumps? Because you look scrumptious.
Have you been studying the Correspondence? Because youāre smokinā.
You must be F. F. Gebrandtās Superior Laudanum because you give me sweet dreams.
Want to get drunk and hunt criminals?
That certainly would have worked on me in my single days.
Want to come back to my place and Collate our Research?
If you were the Bazaar, Iād be London, because Iāve fallen for you.
If youāve got the time, Iāve got the Nikolas & Sons Instant Ablution Absolution. broad wink
Definitely try the āDid it hurt when you fell from heaven?ā line on a devil.
Wanna join the mile deep club with me?
Are we on a slow boat? Because you stole my breath away.
For use in the tomb colonies: Do you have more bandages? My fibula came loose when I fell for you. (Alternatively: I dropped my jaw.)
Youāve made me immune to irrigo, 'cause babe, youāre unforgettableā¦
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Nice!
For the newspaper barons:
I bet you and I could make a hot press.
edited by dragonridingsorceress on 11/19/2014
I welcome you now to commingle our choirs.
Want to play Curate and Sister with me?
Want to head back to your place? Iāll bet I can make your amber trembleā¦
So I hear youāre a Neddy Man ā could you show me your stick?
āDid it hurt? When you came to that place? And they sang of their lightnings and shapeful disgrace? And you tilted our vanes and ennobled our spires? They welcomed you then and commingled all choirs?ā
āAre you a Fingerking? Because youāve been haunting my dreams with remorseless, sinister determination for longer than I dare say.ā
Iām only seeking one name, and thatās the name Iāll be screaming later to-night.
Are your eyes irrigo? Because staring at them I forget everything else.
Iād return from the River for your kiss.