Love what you do with the lads and the language, you make it all your own, *and* keep it Bodie and Doyle. Enjoyed the glee and mirth of this one
'Prithee, Goode Sir Cowley, what meaneth these portents?' And I'm definitely with Doyle on the whole 'smell of spikenard' thing. Delicious and wicked!

Golden bottoms indeed..*g*