Quentin looked up from his work, before considering who he most needed to woo. Not too many, he supposed, considering the nature of the entertainment. There was only so many he knew who would appreciate the offer enough, and the list dwindled further when he refined it to those he needed to court enough to share the wench across the room.<br/><br/>"Lord Randall, Lord and Lady Hargrave, Lord and Lady Walsh and Sir Terry. I think that will be all... " His eyes flicked over to her and he felt some perverse glee in seeing her face fall. She wasn't meant to enjoy this, after all... It wasn't so much a punishment as a duty, but one that might keep her in line.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>