She was left for quite a while, while the two Lords talked and drank. They all but forgot Stayan save to celebrate a partnership without him, and once to laugh at Zoey's fear. It went long into the night, so by the time Quentin came up he was on the verge of drunk, and somewhat tired, but thankfully in a good mood otherwise.<br/><br/>His eyes fell to Zoey and he couldn't help but smirk, watching her even as he undressed toward nothing for the night. "You did well. Hardly brave or noble looking of you, but we will work on your presentation. Come... share my bed aa while. See if you can't stir some life into my cock, that I might try your cunt." He laughed finally and wondered to the large bed, naked so that he might enjoy her, and the soft sheets.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>