Louis
"Yes," Bastien said as he stood up. "We will discuss those matters when we have more time." He was not going to go into detail about Selene or Fleur at that moment. He wanted to wait until Calypso was officially in his service as Fleur's lady-in-waiting before he confided in her about such things. *If* He confided in her such things. His opinions on Selene were a dangerous topic, and he did not give information about Fleur to just anyone.

"I will be back after I finish my business in town," He said as he glanced out the window. It was early afternoon, and he needed to get going if he wanted to schedule an audience with the council or it would be too late. 

Bastien looked down at Lady Kolgrim. *Pity that veil is covering her face.* Even though some of her words towards him had been... Uncouth at times, Bastien enjoyed seeing the crackling fire in her eyes when she spoke. Even if her tone irked him slightly.

"I come back to see you before I leave Sol," He told her. "I am guessing three days time. Prepare your things, if you decide you truly want to job. And perhaps by that time-" Bastien gave her a small smile as he reached out and fingered her delicate veil beside her face, lowering his voice as he leaned in slightly- "You will not have to wear dark clothings and veils that darken your enchanting features."

Bastien knew that with what he had seen of Lady Kolgrim's personality so far, his comment most likely made her annoyed. It seemed as though, for some strange reason, he liked the idea of ruffling her feathers a little. Teasing her.

He dropped the veil and stood up straight, his neutral expression returning as he shrugged. "Then again, it is up to you."
Richard
Calypso Kolgrim 
The Kolgrim Estate, Sol

Lady Calypso Kolgrim had often found herself wishing she was a man. 
The desire never really involved her physical form, even though she knew it would be necessary. No, her wishes went mostly on how people would act around her. How respect would be handed to her without second thoughts. How others would listen when she spoke and not just hear her. And most importantly, how no one would take the liberty to invade her personal space, whispering in a lower voice acting like she was enjoining this display of power over her. Like Bastian was doing at that moment.

She had to gather all her will to not simply deck him with a punch and break his jaw as his long fingers lightly caressed her veil dangerously close to her cheek, but without touching her.
But she didn't, Calypso stayed still waiting for the man to step back. She knew he was messing wi her, trying to find some entertainment in bothering her.
Lady Calypso knew many young girls that would have blushed and swoon over such attention, and she'd probably be between them, if the situation was different, if she and Lord De Lysse had met differently, she wasn't blind he was a handsome man.

But it wasn't. Calypso was trying to be serious, professional. Sure she permitted herself a couple of wits but had been very careful never overstep. Once Bastien finally stood back she stared at him for a moment, her face back to her original gentle traits, to conceal the growing need to wipe that satisfied smile off his face.
"I don't think there is room for objections on my part," Her voice was delicate and polite "I would gladly take the role as a lady in waiting for your young sister your grace." And lowered her head in a small bow. Despite having backed up he was still too close for her liking.

"And you don't have to worry about my veil, my lord," Stated her gently. " Once it will be off you'll get to admire my face as much as your heart desire." A light flatter of her lashes and a small smile to add a bit of coquetry, without being vulgar "I'll just look the other way." And let the meaning behind those words hang between them.
The young lady clapped her hands and again, a servant appeared, waiting for instructions. "Please lead his grace to the door, " Her eyes didn't leave Bastien not even for a moment. " And inform the maids to start preparing my effects for the travel."
Louis
Bastien de Lysse
The Kolgrim Estate, Sol

*Idiot.*

Bastien realized he had done something incorrectly at Lady Kolgrim's sudden change of voice, going from normal to sweet-sounding. As she made ladylike comments and fluttered her eyelashes, Bastien felt a vague feeling of disappointment. He liked her better when she was being rude and honest rather than sweet and polite. It made her just the same as the numerous other women, be it strangers or his cousins, who spoke honeyed words to try to take advantage of him one way or another.

Having not been around many women who were truly fond of him in his life (the only two that came to mind was Fleur and his mother, who was dead), Bastien had become accustomed to showing affection in his own way. With Fleur, it was constant teasing and taunting with genuine comments expressed in between the lighthearted gibes.

He felt his stomach drop as he replayed what he had said in his head. 

*'Again,'* He thought as he looked down at Lady Kolgrim, his face still a mask but his eyes remorseful. It was stupid of him to assume that she would perceive his intentions clearly. He felt a small part of himself almost die as he realized how she must have interpreted his actions. Doing something so crass, and to a mourning woman of all people. He really was hopeless. *'Again, you have done something wrong.*

Again, for the countless time, he had made a stupid mistake.

"I- apologize," He said numbly as he drew away from her. The shame, disgust, and overall contempt he was feeling towards himself was overwhelming. He was just as bad as his repulsive extended family. He needed to leave. "I will return in three days." A pause. "If you change your mind," He added softly, "I would understand. Again... I'm sorry."

He gave her one last look, regret flitting in his dark eyes, before he turned away and followed the servant to the door.