Although Cassiopeia’s request for a rugby demonstration and learning about the game was still a minor shock to him, Orion bit the bullet and decided to explain a few of the finer points to her.  And if she was merely having a laugh at his expense, then well, it wouldn’t be the first time.  Nor the last.  More than likely, anyway.<br/><br/>For whatever reason, it appeared that she wished to keep this conversation private, as she spoke in hushed tones, and leaned in closer to him.  Her move to be nearer was most tantalizing, as her breasts nearly spilled out of her dress.  Did she do that on purpose?  The Prince would not have minded in the least, and she didn’t seem to care about the near faux pas herself.  With one of her hands resting on his bicep, Orion chose to focus on rugby instead of the enticing view she offered.<br/><br/>Allowing her comment to slide, he began with a few fundamentals, without getting too carried away with his beloved sport’s verbiage.  That would get real boring, real fast.  Though he did think of the terms<i>maul, ruck, </i>and<i>scrum.</i>Mostly on account of a willingness to engage in any, or all, of them with her.  Orion quickly dismissed the thought, though if he were being honest, the clear view of her heaving chest wasn’t helping in any way.<br/><br/>He then segued to the matters of scoring and tackling in rugby, though only rough highlights, not in the finest of details.  In conclusion, he glazed over how the numbered jerseys the players wore corresponded to their respective positions.  As an example, the Prince pointed out how he wore #9, which meant his position was scrumhalf.  He had always favored the word, as it sort of had a rude ring to it.<br/><br/>Smiling at her, he shrugged as if to say,<i>that’s it.  </i>He waited for any of her questions, though he truly wondered if she had heard a single word he said.