Monmouth tried to look indignant. But at the moment his body contained, of the yellow bile, less than at any time since infancy, and so even his indignation was flaccid. 'I don't think there's anything untoward in wanting to know whom I have, and haven't, rogered! My father – God rest his soul – rogered simply everyone. I'm merely the first and foremost of a legion of royal bastards! Wouldn't be proper to lose track.'