Gerrard simply smiles to himself at the rather lurid suggestion to partake of all the women of a pleasure house for a month. Appreciating the effects of his carefully cultivated reputation as a womanizer he walks onwards to a window watching over the practice field. His eyes wander over, remembering all the hours spent working hard unseen in the times outside of the prying eyes of court watchers. Perhaps a petty revenge to the poor fool who places stock in the public reputations of others, but no, such things are uncouth and unworthy. If any inappropriate substances were to be present in the man's care it would be equally well earned and final. Such actions were not yet earned. His eyes catch on Lenally practicing sparring with Lorenso, watching carefully, drawn to her instinctively. Even now he could see the innate grace in her movements still growing, blooming within her, artistry in motion. Her coltish form still ranging between staggeringly off balance and inhumanly gorgeous.<br/><br/>Snapping out of his reverie, Gerrard makes the snap decision that some small inconveniences must be prepared to make life difficult if certain ones might choose to interfere with the peace plans. The plans will be realized and peace will be written, in blood of the resistance if need be. He steps away from the window as the session on the training field starts to break up hoping that at the dinner he might be able to draw out more of her fire, such beautiful fire must be tamed, bound and taken in to be allowed to grow and form to her greatest potential.