[Lord John swirls his drink in his glass and contemplates his response to Jamie's question. On one hand, he is a gentleman. The son of a duke, at that. The image of his valet's round face comes unbidden into his mind, chiding him for dirtying his breeches again, and he smiles, shaking his head as he does.]
I can be trusted with direction.
[Which is to say that he's probably never done much hard labor in his life. But he is in the army. Was? It's hard to know how to define himself, here and now. Without all the usual markers that he might use to guide his life.]
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[Lord John swirls his drink in his glass and contemplates his response to Jamie's question. On one hand, he is a gentleman. The son of a duke, at that. The image of his valet's round face comes unbidden into his mind, chiding him for dirtying his breeches again, and he smiles, shaking his head as he does.]
I can be trusted with direction.
[Which is to say that he's probably never done much hard labor in his life. But he is in the army. Was? It's hard to know how to define himself, here and now. Without all the usual markers that he might use to guide his life.]