In which Mr. Darcy is compared to a Dessert and Wickham demonstrates a certain Disrespect for Leviticus. People - don't take this thing so bloody seriously! It was meant for fun, not as disrespect ...
- Oh my. I wonder if this has anything to do with Darcy's being so uncomfortable around strangers. Light and bright and sparkling, though.
If he was that disoriented, I think he'd ask, "What happened? Why are we in the same bed?" before jumping to the conclusion that something non-Mosaic had happened. Darcy lives in a poor, deprived age where people don't grow up reading yaoi.