<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>Stuart Sitting Room<br/><strong>With:</strong>Lady Vivienne Stuart<br/><strong>When:</strong>Little after 3pm<br/><strong>What:</strong>Talking to Vivienne<br/><hr/><br/><strong>“He is a lovable sort of guy..I can get that and he is a good hearted man, but so was Lord Greymore.”</strong>Victor understood what she was saying though.<br/><br/><strong>“How about if at the least I am the father of the oldest? If others follow it is just by God's blessing.”</strong>Vic was willing to work it out some.<strong>“I will accept being discreet, but I want to be able to tie you to a bed and keep you there once in a while.”  </strong><br/><br/>Vic was trying to figure out what it was that attracted him so to the woman before him. She was beautiful, but so where a number of women, there was the accent, but many ladies had accents, there was the way she filled a dress, but again there was nothing different from any other woman, not really. He found he didn't have an answer for what it was exactly, perhaps it was the thrill of the chase and once she had been with him he would grow tired and leave her alone, or perhaps it was the thought of taking something he knew he shouldn't, or it was something much worse, something that could take down any man, be it a King or a pauper. He just loved her because it was what he wanted to do and—was that it? He loved her? Vic had thought he had been in love before, was it possible that was what he felt? The confusion, the exasperation, the desire to slap her ass for no other reason than because it was there, that she was everything his father had described to him once to look for and know he would know it when he saw it, but not be able to explain it? Clearly that couldn't be it. He didn't deserve her, he knew that, that was all he knew.