<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Cameron chuckled but made a small sign of acquiescence.  He would behave himself -- but he did so enjoy flustering her.<br/>
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Kyrion came in moments behind the servers, in time to hear Cameron chuckle.  "Well and a day, it is a pleasant sound to be hearing in the evening," the Lord Seneschal said with a tired smile.  His formal accent had slipped a hair, and he sounded just a wee bit more like the low country lad he'd been than one of the highest ranking men in the country.  "And to what do I owe the pleasure of dining with you both this evening, Sir Fitzroy?  My Queen?"<br/>
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"Surely you know that food taken in good company has more flavor?" Cameron said lightly.  "I do hope -- in private -- that you will address me as Cameron.  We will be working quite closely together, after all -- and I should like to remove at least a layer of the formality."  He waited until all the servers had discreetly left the room until he held Gwen's chair out for her.</span></span>