Old flesh upon young made the latter shiver with visceral disgust at the sensation, but she let him draw her face upward, clear and frightened eyes slipping open to gaze silently up while he took stock of her, and commented absently upon her.<br/><br/>"...thank you," she whispered after he moved away, and she remained a moment upon her knees as he strode deeper into the bedroom, leaving her with her seimple orders. Gathering the white skirt of her long chemise in her hands, she rose, and moved to draw the heavy balcony doors shut, trying not to spare more than a glance for the yawing vista of the town and world beyond that lay below.<br/><br/>Stepping backward into the room, she noticed for the first time the thick velvet curtains that lay to either side of the doorframe, and hurriedly she went to each, drawing loose their ties and letting them fall across the port - and then turning toward the room, she moved to do the same to any other windows, the heavy falls of cloth one by one cutting off any sight or sound of the outside world, until the last fell, and the room felt entirely and whole its own place, filled with the sound of the fire, and the presence of herself and her lord.<br/><br/>Uncertain, then, Felicity turned toward the Baron, and dropped her gaze to approach - and lacking any other instruction nor understanding of how she was to behave to him, she sank once more to her knees just before him, upon the thick rug.