In Monte Carlo, Lermontov aims to turn Craster's head. It works out differently than intended.

Irving takes it on himself to correct Mr. Hickey's permissive attitudes regarding buggery.

And this is the thing: Kuan-hung's not busy, and he's sure enough to think that they both know it without his saying so. But he gives a little rolling shrug of his shoulders, anyway, with his limited range of motion, and answers, "I'm not," because he can. And, "Can't you take care of yourself?"

He might be Hickey's creature, now, but that doesn't mean he's happy about it.

Fitzjames contends with unparalleled excitations.

What would you have me do? I am a subject,
And challenge law: attorneys are denied me.

Henry of Lancaster has had ample time to think over what he wants and what he intends to do. Not that this is a whole lot of help.

How can he want for something he does not have when its lack leaves no absence?

“Do you know how?” Wang Yizhou asks, but it’s all a light tease, and he’s already taking his hand away, as if in expectation.

“Nope!” says Ji Li, confident. Then, in a move that he will recognise, in hindsight, to be the start of the complete undoing of his whole night, he adds, “But I’ll learn. Really quick.” He fishes out his phone from the pocket of his shorts, and holds it up, almost conspiratorial. “Bet I’ll have it down in one video. I’m very resourceful like that.”

Crozier experiences some uncharitable thoughts in light of one particular shortcoming.

Barry and NoHo Hank go straight for a change. Sort of.