Lorne was not a particularly brave boy. He liked to talk, far too much in fact, but in this instance, he tried to rein it in, and tightly at that. No beatings, no confrontation, no need to pacify the savage. Easy.<br/><br/>Which was why it felt like cutting his own heart out when he said softly, "Aye. Nothing to say. I'll work well in the laundry."<br/><br/>And that was probably not true, laundrywomen had massive bulging muscles and Lorne was tiny and slight. But he didn't argue, he didn't make a scene, he only pouted soft lips and stared at Hadrianus, on the very edge of a glare but not quite there.<br/><br/>It seemed he was no Iceni wolf. More a wild little hare in the hunter's net.