<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Cameron straightened away from Gwen's touch when the door opened, looking away.  He must attempt to be more discreet in his affections, or her reputation would be at risk.  He did not wish that for her -- she might yet need to make a political marriage, and rumors about inappropriate fondness for him could complicate that.  Yet for all his intent to remain distant -- his body refused to comply.<br/>
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"I will eat if you do," Cameron bargained.  He tugged her hand towards the trays.  "I suspect neither of us have done a particularly good job of taking care of the needs of the body as of late."</span></span>