D'Artagnan shot her a knowing smile. Devilish, heavenly... no matter what they called it, it was something that he would not forget and had yet the pleasure of repeating. "I believe that the night doth reflect the company it keeps."  He slid his finger along the rim of his glass.  "Like this vessel my arms have been empty for much too long, my lady.  Is our visit this day regarding pleasure, business, or..." he leaned forward and looked into her eyes, "pleasure?"<br/><br/>Milady's words caused the guardsman to draw back slighty and cock his head to the side. What kind of ruse was she pulling? The queen?<br/><br/>"The queen?  How doth thee come to be speaking on behalf of the fine and lovely queen, Milady? I would never have guessed that you and she had business in common."<br/><br/>He tilted his head in the opposite direction. "Although were relations to be based merely upon the fine visage of thy countenance I doth believe that she and thee be on equal footing. But... "  He lowered his voice and leaned forward again, obviously intrigued, "what manner of need might she have with a knave such as myself?"