He reclined on the sofa, sprawling across the full length of it. It was a largish sofa, but he was an even more largish man. Magnus curled in a heap nearby.
"So while I read, you're just going to lie there. Like a matron reclining in her chaise lounge.""No. I'm going to lie here like a duke reposed in his own castle."Hah. He ought to recline while he still could. This wouldn't be his castle for long.
Tessa Dare's Romancing The Duke.
(Wench Review here.)