<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BFBF00"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Hector Karembeux</span><br/><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">The son of Sir Damian</span></span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/6bbbeb79-fa04-4652-b13f-3d557c14a060_zps5c5dbdf8.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Hector grinned when she blushed on his comment. Her answer was one of surprise and maybe a little bit of curiousity, but she tried to ease with a comment on his singing. Her hobbies were the ones you expected in a young lady, well, other than the sword fighting part. It was not completely unusual, Martine liked it too for example, but he had not expected it from Iris. When she said that she hated shopping he chuckled. It was probably the best news of them all. <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Well, I hate shopping too. I lack the patience for it, so I was quite happy that you decided to take this walk instead of some shopping tour. Maybe we could ride out tomorrow together. If Sapphire is in front then I don't have to worry that Loki will go elsewhere. He will follow her everywhere."<br/></span><br/>Hector decided to be a little more provocative. He was curious and Iris made him more than curious.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Did you ever kiss some boy? And I mean not your brothers..."</span><br/><br/>Hector waited impatiently for the answer and what it would mean to him.</div>