Lord Greymore was sipping on a drink as he saundered into the library, greeting the Lady Henshaw in his usual manner, a slight flirt, but still polite and curtious. It was as he saw the lovely maid though that his jaw nearly dropped.<br/><br/>"Oh I shall have to get me house one of those..Doest she have a sister?" He queried as he took in Alice. "Or perhaps a trade of some fine order. "I will trade a goat and three footman..the goat is for the milk the footmen are for it's care--I love that goat."