<div class="floatright">(http://i1149.photobucket.com/albums/o597/Seraph_Azriel/7f9f893c-0ae3-4923-9219-3cc175a8a14f_zpsro9ibc8a.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Lamont Carolinius<br/><strong>Time:</strong>10:00 AM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Kitchen<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Rose, Izzy<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>From her downcast expression and differed eyes she drew forth a blink of bewilderment from the duelist.  This information was most certainly quite different from that which had been asked.  The change in her were so sudden that it gave the young man something of a fright.  Perchance had his presence in her kitchen put a damper upon her spirits?  Then followed by the due process of the plebeian to the patrician.  Ah.  Mayhaps his presence was perhaps placing the burden of class upon her being.  Though...his status here only held the title and influence of 'gladiator'.  The rules did forbade him from utilizing any such resources from his family, lest he hold some unjust circumstance against those with lesser means.  Far too early in the morn was this quandary of class and status to his liking.<br/><br/>The rodent parted lips that he might issue forth some manner of gentle chastisement to the fennec, yet before his discourse had any manner of chance to take shape did he espy the other new member of this erstwhile fellowship.  Giving an inclination of his head (as was the polite greeting) did Lamont intone, "Good dawning to you, friend.  I hope that it might find you in better humors than it so finds me at this outset."  It occurred then to him that perhaps in the interests of public modesty that he might tighten up the laces afore he made embarrassment of himself.  Course in light of Izzy's own particular lack of coverings of any notable worth, the aristocrat found that of the pair of him he might perhaps be the more clothed.  The realization drew a grin to his lips, somewhat dispelling the gloom that his other compatriot's plight had cast.  Ah, but there was still yet that matter to address!  "Pray Rose, would you hold for a second that I might trade soft words with you?"  There was the thought that perhaps he might reach a hand out to still her movement, and yet the manner from which she had faintly recoiled from his presence made the man think the better of such force.  T'were better that he might see to her 'pon her own terms that to attempt forcing his own.