"Oh bother."  The scream did not bother Alistair one bit.  He did so love the screaming.  It reminded him warm summer afternoons.  Cool evenings by the fire... all with a beautiful woman cringing under him.  But, alas, he did so hate it when it attracted unwanted attention.<br/><br/>Her screaming had been like a dinner bell to his family but he was determined that he'd have the first taste, even if he had to beat off his family with a stick.  He then listed about a dozen other fun things to do with a stick.<br/><br/>He joined his brother and Victoria on the stairs, resting a hand on each of their shoulders, "Ah, isn't that wonderful?  Such a beautiful voice, you'd never know she had scavies." He lied.  "Oh yes, head to toe.  Absolutely covered in them.  Who would have thought?"  I nodded and stroked my beard.<br/><br/>He ducked around them squeezing them to one side of the large staircase, blocking their way as he walked backwards, "Of course, you know me, the kindhearted Sameritan, always willing to take in a Soul, always in need of a good lay, as any good man of God would."  He spoke quickly and gave a bit of a flourish as he reached the top of the stairs and went running down the lavish hallway towards the Owl room.