Peter lays traps, and is caught in them.
A kiss is only a kiss.
In a public street, Goodsir gazes at another man with a less-than-scientific eye and gets more than he bargains for.
After— after. When Tang Fan is home, and safe, Sui Zhou sees to it that he is comfortable, then moves to take leave of his imposition.
Like a wolf, Hickey senses Crozier's weakness; like a wolf, he descends on him. Like a wolf, he can hardly do anything else.
You have misled a prince, a royal king,
A happy gentleman in blood and lineaments,
By you unhappied and disfigur'd clean...
Henry thinks he's being helpful. How cute.
A scene of traditional seamen's handicrafts, for traditionally handsy (and crafty) seamen.
Claudius picks just about the worst possible time to ship his nephew off to England. Hal benefits from the diversion.
Caleb tries to put himself in a favorable position for the inevitable. It doesn't work out.
“They'll have to make a few surgical incisions, of course.” With a single finger of each hand, Tsurumi traced two lines, one across each side of Ogata's face, from the corner of his warped jaw to the centre of his cheek. “You'll still look fetching as ever, I'm sure.”