“He will walk out Marquess of Queensberry,” Zechariah laughed.

The world was shit, but the moment was a welcome one.

Did he gloat about his own status, or leave Dr. Wells to guess the mysteries of his life? It was something else to think of the options: was Zechariah, too, a marquess’ son who would be some creative type’s downfall? Oh, he hoped Dr. Wells was afraid he was better than him!

“On the contrary, I have found wasting a handsome man’s time is excellent for my health.”