<br/><div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Vic_avi.png)</div><br/><strong>Who:</strong>Lord Victor Henshaw<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Henshaw Study<br/><strong>With:</strong>Lady Vivienne Stuart<br/><strong>When:</strong>2pm<br/><strong>What:</strong>Talking to Vivienne<br/><hr/><br/>Vic pushed his chair back slightly as he looked up towards Vivienne, her blue eyes catching him. She actually had managed to make him catch his breath, not an easy task.<br/><br/><strong>“I see.”  </strong>He looked away as he closed the book he had been looking at.<strong>“And what might that be?”  </strong><br/><br/>Vic was not a stupid man, but the change in conversation did two things, one it concerned him because in spite of his advances, he did actually like Vivienne and in a way did respect Henry, or at the least the power the man held, down deep he would always be a nicely dressed footman to Vic.