Well, then, it is a pleasure, Lord Molloy. You look uncannily like a very dear friend of mine, but, as you are not, I apologize for not having introduced myself. [He takes the hand offered to him, giving it a firm shake.] Anthony Bridgerton.

[His gaze most certainly does not flicker to the sliver of exposed skin where Corry's shirt is riding up slightly. He'd seen Simon plenty of times in far less... but Simon had never looked at him the way this man had. He's not sure what to think.

He clears his throat, taking a calculated half-step backward.] I was searching for the kitchen, care to join me?