The Socialite smiled. Not only could he strike back with as much gusto, but with wordplay as well. "Not without consent, my dear Devil. Are you envious, perhaps? Would you wish to be so direct with your lovely Maven? If I were to teach you, I'm afraid I would have to have you pay for each lesson. The work I would be doing to dig you out of your lovelorn ditch of overzealous repression would be a labor most intensive. Is it emotions you're hiding from, luv, or just your emotions for the Maven?"