<span style="color: #FFBF40"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">House of Delecroix</span><br/><span style="font-size: 130%; line-height: 116%;">Castle Devona</span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/16aaa03c-d70c-49d0-833d-aa82d7697d9f_zpsf037c19c.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/><span style="color: #FFBF40"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Sir Abel M. Delecroix</span></span></div></span><br/><span style="color: #FFBF40"><br/>"No more kisses?"</span>Abel said, pretending to be shocked and horrified at that prospect,<span style="color: #FFBF40">"Well then, I can't let my lady down, now can I?"</span>With that he had pulled her closer to him, and the music started. He stared down at her as they took their steps and he gave a grin, which she responded to with a questioning brow, "I was just thinking how strange it was that a beautiful woman would bother dancing with dogs, but then I recalled you were quite the wild thing." She looked as if she were about to retort, but he spun her away in an expert move, then twirled her back into his arms. She seemed surprised by the sudden move and lost her moment to speak.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FFBF40">"So, Martine, what is it that you wish to accomplish in life. It's clear to me you are no woman content with just having children--and I'm glad for it. Children are lovely and you would make a lovely mother, but I have a feeling you want more than that,"</span>Abel said, starting up a conversation. It was time they really began to know each other before they had to go meet Martine's father at dinner.<span style="color: #FFBF40">"But perhaps you don't even want children?" </span>he questioned, not that he would be put out by that. If Martine didn't want children, he would be sad simply because he wouldn't have small little Martines to spoil, but then again---if they didn't have children he could keep Martine more to himself. A thought that greatly pleased him.