<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"Is one ever ready for such a confrontation?" Cameron joked -- to hide his own apprehension.  "Yes, my love.  Let her in."  He glanced down and made sure he was properly covered -- then leaned back casually against the headboard.<br/>
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He was hoping, by his body language, to convey not only that he had been here before and intended to be here again -- but that he was comfortable here, in Gwen's bed.  It was different, telling Leticia, than it had been telling Kyrion.  The Lord Seneschal was a noble with considerable power at court -- one who could make Cameron's life quite difficult, if he so desired.<br/>
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But Cameron was no fool.  For all that she ranked below him socially, he knew damned well that Leticia had just as much power to affect this as Kyrion did -- because she controlled the comfort of his beloved Gwen.  To lose her support would mean dirty rooms, cold baths, hems that caught on things... tiny inconveniences, perhaps, but which would greatly affect Gwen's quality of life.</span></span>