As Alistair addressed her, Victoria could not help but chuckle, her<em>greedy?</em>How ironic it was coming from his lips. Many a night she had spied two or three little tarts knocking at his door at once. He was the epitome of greed. "No of course Alistair, have at her, it is your house after all." Victoria was so gracious to him, she only hoped that Lolo would leave his room walking and not limping from pain the last time the two of them were together.