<div class="floatleft">(http://filmsdefrance.com/img/Jeremy_Irons.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>Nigel Woodridge</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Dining Hall</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> Lessa and others</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> Taking charge</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Nigel watched and listened as numerous others came in and began interacting.  It reinforced his innate dislike of personal interaction.  He worked well with a few competent people.  Everyone else was at best a distraction, and at worst an active pain in the ass.<br/><br/>He leaned over and kissed Lessa's ear.  He whispered, "Why don't we retire to your room and discuss things in more..... privacy, my dear."<br/>