<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>Sitting Room to Library<br/><strong>With:</strong>Lily Carnegy<br/><strong>When:</strong>Little after 4pm<br/><strong>What:</strong>Being amused<br/><hr/><br/>Vic sat back in his chair. “Are you in a hurry?” His question was earnest. “I like to socialize with those I am in business with and you are the daughter of someone I am in business with, thus I find it important to be social with you as well. If you have no desire to then I bid you good day and hope to see you tomorrow.”<br/><br/>Vic leaned forward slightly as he looked back to Lily. “It's not like I am some ruffian that is going to bend you over my desk and seal the deal as it where..unless that is an American custom..” Vic eyed the woman. "I could be persuaded to learn custom's other then our own.”