<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<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Lord?  T'were a most strangely archaic title to be placed upon the shoulders of one so unfitting for the role.  A frown played across his lips, displeasure most obvious.  They had but traded a few words yet in mere moments had it seemed that he'd all but whipped her into subservience.  That doe-eyed look both unnerved and frustrated him.  A conundrum in which it seemed he could neither make his own intent or feelings known, nor reason with the girl.  A sensation akin to that of speaking heatedly against the likes of a brick wall in the hopes that the structure might see the light of reason and move from one's path.  Such a stubborn opponent now that he faced down!  Would that it were of an armed and armored variety rather than such a timid maid that might collapse should be breath too hard in her direction.<br/><br/>"Nay.  T'is more my intent that perhaps some manner of accord might be reached between us that you won't settle eyes upon me as a dog cowers before it's abuser."  Yet still did the woman persist!  If it were her aim to drive him to vexation her progress was most considerable towards her goal!  "Certainly not!  Such victuals I find most agreeable with my own particular palate."  That was likely the most offensive comment lobbed against him of all!  "Dear, sweet lady, I've no intention nor desire to observe the enforcement of determined standards a'tween us.  Rather I would find such a thing most to my liking to regard you as perhaps one of my peers, companions, and comrades in arms together within this ménage.  Has this request perchance planted purchase within your person?"