A scream of shock passed Tallyrand's pink lips at coming almost lip to lip with the elfkin.  Then he did what any good swashbuckler would do when finding the one who must surely be his liaison's husband in the room.  He spun out from under the sheets, came up with his sword belt in hand, and dashed straight for the window, praying to the gods that if he was too far up there would be a convenient cabbage cart bellow.<br/>The raven haired one pulled up hard when he realized he was running straight at--not a window--but a<em>mirror</em>--one in which perhaps the most beuatiful woman he'd ever seen was pulling up sharp not to crash into him wearing rather aluring purple lace...<br/>The swashbuckler's eyes opened wide as his beringed hand rose for his heart--the girl's hand rising for her breast...<br/><br/>Sereson's next scream was much longer.