<strong>Who:</strong>Lord Greymore<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Library<br/><strong>With:</strong>Lady Greymore, J.F Henshaw, open<br/><strong>When:</strong>day 1, before dinner<br/><hr/><br/>(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/SleepyHollow27.jpg)<br/><div class="floatleft"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">The distress that Archie was currently feeling was getting the better of him, the young man actually looked at him and still continued to fascinate himself with his wife. Was Archie jealous? Perhaps, most assuredly he did not like the look in the mans eye, especially the look he had towards the woman that was seemingly putty in his hands. It was as the other spoke to her that something must have happened, for the man hid his face, but was obviously still speaking.<br/><br/>Archie could take it no longer as he downed the drink he had in his hand, then grabbed three more as he stepped away from his seat, moving across the floor straight for the young man and Lady Greymore.<br/><br/>He smiled, though it had to be evident, at least to his wife, that he was not at all happy with what he had been seeing, but still he smiled, as polite as a cat that was about to pounce.<br/><br/>"Perhaps you would care to unhand my wife, but in exchange I will give you this libation, my good man.” Archie looked at Vivienne, hoping his interuption would not anger her towards him. “I wish to speak with my wife.” <br/><br/>Archie stood there, handing one of the other drinks to Vivienne as he looked to the young man, waiting to see what he would do, but most of all waiting to see what his wife would do.</span></div>