"Well then.. Lord Greystoke," Selene recalled the family name from something she had read in the past. "I have give you due warning, offend my sense of hospitality again and I swear that by Art or Bullet, it shall be your last." She smiled thinly as she motioned with the still lightly growling staff.<br/><br/>"Now, if you care to join us, I believe you owe someone an apology for striking him. Given his southern antecedents, it could be that you and he might be looking down gun barrels at one another come morning." Selene said as she waited for the giant of a man to get up. "I trust there will be no more.. forgetting yourself like that?"<br/><br/>She leads the way, keeping her body at an angle to keep an eye on him as she walks onto the porch and the house maid holds the door for them. Her colt still in hand as she walks in. "Annette, see about getting Lord Greystoke's coat..it's acquired some tears from his departure though the library window. And fix him a few cold meat sandwiches from that lovely tenderloin we just ate. He'll be joining us in the library."<br/><br/>She walked into the library, the very epitome of the lady of the manor as she sat down behind her desk and put staff and pistol on it. Keeping both within reach.<br/><br/>"This, it seems, is Lord John Clayton of Greystoke." Selene says. "come to us courtesy of the ever pugnacious Mr. Bielaski. I believe he has something to say to you Jack." Selene says as she yields the floor to her newest guest.