It's almost disturbing how, on most occasions, Lord Kenneth's can be so quiet during the act of sex. Every few thrusts, Florence can hear him exhale loudly as his mediocre endowment plunged inside her depth. He was clumsy, possesing very little finesse and understanding of what brings pleasure to a woman, but then again, most Olanese men seemed to have the belief that sex is not meant to be pleasurable for women, that it is their duty. His hands remained idle, palm pressed against the white sheet, hips pushing forward erratically with no rythm, no pattern and most of all, no passion.<br/><br/>"Ugh!" he grunted, shivering lightly as he spilled his seed inside of his wife's womb once more. Mercifully, he also lacked the endurance of Florence's regular partners in the society, which meant she need not endure the marital dissapointment for too long.<br/><br/>"I am finished" he declared, as if it was not made impossibly clear before, standing up from their bed. He was never one to stay in bed with her after their encounter, prefering the brisk balcony where he could enjoy a pipe of tobacco (the one vice he cannot seem to shake off, despite realizing the potential problems that would come from it). For many woman, Kenneth was the epitome of a perfect man. Loyal, despite being away often, wealthy, well bred, all traits of an ideal man, and in this world, Kenneth is indeed a paragon of men, though in Florence's other world, the one where she is known as<em>Fleur</em>, Kenneth is a useless weakling.<br/><br/>"Have you heard? The youngest prince of Bahrat Su visited the capital" the Lord asked. "Disgusting, those darkies should not be allowed in the royal palace, they are all nothing but hedonistic savages"