((That all sounds good to me. And congratulations!))<br/><br/>Lord Vance glanced up at the nervous servant standing at his side. Her hands shaking, her palms sweating, her lips quivering. Had no one prepared her? Developed in her the nerve she would need to serve him? Or was his reputation truly so horrible that this young lady thought he would force himself on her? Maybe he didn't need to worry so much about whether or not the people feared him after all.<br/><br/>He considered for a moment; did he dare be kind to her so that she would not be so afraid? He'd certainly enjoy the touch of a woman who wasn't so terrified of him. But what if she told others he hand been kind? Would this not make the people believe he'd become weak?<br/><br/>No. He could not be kind, but neither would he be particularly cruel to this frightened woman, barely more than a girl.<br/><br/>In a stern tone, he said, "You need only touch my shoulders and arms. I wish for you to help me to relax, nothing more. You should show your gratitude by doing your duty. Snap to it!"