<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"Not at all," Cameron murmured.  He leaned close and breathed in her ear, "I am hoping to avoid giving you whisker burn on your inner thighs, my sweet." <br/>
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He pulled back to a more respectable distance, his eyes twinkling.  "Have you any idea what they're serving us for dinner?  I am starving -- who knew that emotional meltdowns could strike such an appetite."  His lips quirked.  "It is only befitting, of course, that I keep my strength up.  One never knows what the Hand of the Queen will be asked to do."  His words were... mostly innocent... but the look he was giving her was decidedly not.</span></span>