"Adore your husband," he mocked under his breath. Veela would sleep with whatever men they wanted; they were creatures without morals and women without any sense of propriety. He couldn't believe that any one of them — not even Mrs. Mohr — could be capable of full civility. Shaking his head, Albert made sure to keep his gaze off her as he moved.

"I have no time to argue. Goodbye, Missus," he stressed, walking in the complete opposite direction from her, all the while feeling that uncomfortable urge to move back to where he'd been standing. Not today, though.