The scowl on McGreggor's face would have made a child cry. Truly the stuff of nightmares. As he turned to Viloet however, his expression softened significantly. The right corner of his mouth rose high, cheek flub capping an isosceles smile. "Well, I can see your taste in women hasen't changed. Though this one seems a little small... proportionally speaking anyways." He finally clarified as he turned back to Terrance once more. He seemed to have been conditioned to the appearance of the mansion, but seeing nearly all the real thing in the flesh caused him to shift for comfort's sake.<br/><br/>Terrance recognized the lack of ease in Viloet's face. He recognized it because just hours ago, he'd put a more extreme version of that face on her. He chuckled knowingly to himself and with a dismissive tone ordered that she "Relax, Viloet. I'm not one to share unless the feeling is mutual. Now, if you would, go to the kitchen and fetch a platter. Grishka should have preparred it by now."<br/><br/>(PM me a will and fort save)