<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"It has indeed," Kyrion agreed.  "You must call me Kyrion, then, if I am to call you Cameron," he added, seating himself with a dramatic groan.  "The years begin to weigh on me -- in my knees and my hips, I fear."<br/>
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Cameron chuckled.  "Too many years being unhorsed in jousting tournaments, for me -- though I do not recall seeing you on a charger in many a year."<br/>
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Kyrion pulled a face.  "Aye, I have not the time for it lately -- but I do believe it was excesses in my youth that accumulate now.  Excesses which I encourage you to avoid," he added to the Queen, shaking a paternal finger at her.  "What were we thinking, gadding about at all hours with questionable folks when we could have been at home in our beds -- even if we would have to be in them alone!"<br/>
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Rubbing the back of his neck, Cameron refilled Kyrion's wineglass.  "She is not the type to be gadding about, and never has been."</span></span>