<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b6/Vintage_Baldi.jpg)</div><br/>Who: Lord Victor Henshaw<br/>Where: The Library<br/>With: Vivienne Greymore<br/>When: day 1, before dinner<br/><hr/><br/>"Oh please, call me Vic." He smiled as he looked in Vivienne's eyes. "Moreau? Well it is possible, though the Moreau I remember was a cad of a man that was selling his daughters to pay off his debts, and you are clearly a lady of fine family, so I am sure I must be thinking of the wrong person."<br/><br/>Vic moved slightly, slipping his arm around Vivienne as he continued speaking. "You are correct that dinner is fast approaching, though it is generally accepted and often expected to arrive late." He laughed lightly, "As for what my parents have planned, my father won't tell me and my mother has taken to her room, so that does not bode well I am afraid, but I am sure that whatever it is, it will be quite entertaining."<br/><br/>Vic had tried and failed in getting any information out of his father, in particualr he had been trying to find out the specifics of the contest that was to involve Isabelle. It was nearly impossible to rig the game and have his brother win if he didn't even know what the contest would be. His hand slipped a little lower as he leaned into Vivienne, the others in the room, those that were left, for he had yet to see his brother or the Lady Greymore retreat from the sitting room, where milling about, some heading to the dining hall others, continuing their conversations in quiet earnest. "The tour won't take long unless you desire to see the private chambers as well." He padded Vivienne's behind softly. "That could take hours." Vic was trying very hard to remain a gentleman, but the spirit of the weekend was taking over.