Who:  Lord Richard Fowler<br/>Where:  the stables<br/>With:  Charlie Cooper, J.F. Henshaw<br/>When:  day 1, before dinner<br/><br/>Richard scowled at the boy’s snide remarks “he seamed agitated when we arrived and this horse means far more to me then your fun.”  he said flatly “and I am well aware of how good the stable hands hear are.” as with J’F.’s words there was a double meaning to what Richard said.  He noticed with a bit of amusement the boy washing in a bucket rather then the trough but didn’t say anything about it at this point.<br/><br/>He regarded the young noble’s actions with a mix of uninterested dislike and slight amusement.  His words had been no lie or exaggeration.  In his youth he had enjoyed the company of men almost as much as women but his interest in them had waned over the years and while he may still enjoy the occasional tryst he now preferred women.<br/><br/>He answered J.F by excepting his challenge.  He moved quickly, polling him in for a forceful kiss as he grabbed and squeezed the younger manhood, stroking the shaft a few times.  Then he pushed him away “I’ll admit you are endowed more then the average man and not unpleasant to look at but you flatter yourself with your boast of masculinity and thought of just how unusual your size may be.”  he laughed “now as I said I have no real desire for you at the moment and I have business with the boy so unless you desire myself in your mouth I suggest you dress and take your leave.”  there was no anger in his voice, thou an underline dislike may have been slightly noticeable.  At the moment he was truly indifferent to what J.F. might do.  He would be happy if he left however if he got to his knees he would be more then willing to lower his pants.