De Mornay smiled. "Nothing further from my mind, weird sister. What does the bard say in his immortal, and singularly appropriate Shrew? "My falcon now is sharp and passing empty -- but till she stoop, she must not be full-gorged." He turned, and since his last exit from the room had obviously not been spectacular enough, he gave it the full treatment, the equivalent of which had only been seen once before, when, in the fury of a passing tornado in the Kansas Territory, he had been wooing a somewhat willowy Rosalind, who was suddenly bodily taken up by the winds, and with him desperately clutching her nether parts, the two of them were hurtled into the streets of what was left of Topeka. So well was this received, that he and she were brought back to great acclaim the following evening to recreate the event, using a borrowed wind machine.
And this time CASSIUS DE MORNAY LEFT THE ROOM!!!