Snippet #1404371

"You are too kind, my lord." Victoria curtseyed to Sandovak, replying to his flirtatious remark with a coy smile. "A pleasure to finally make your acquaintence. How is it that I have not met you before tonight?" She asked. "It is a good thing we have such brave and able men as yourself protecting us.

Lucenzio Amres swilled the wine in his half empty glass, the all too sweet aroma choking his nostrils. What was this cheap bilgewater these people had been drinking? He regarded the man infront of him with half lidded eyes and barely concealed contempt. Lysander Asturia was the head of an influential and well established aristocratic family and had spent most of his life in luxury. there were various reasons why Lucenio had reason to despise him. He rarely worked and was well known to spend most of his time and money courting numerous young ladies of various classes. His flamboyantly effeminate appearance and attitude were also widely mocked in his absence. The deluded child even had designs on the throne, it was rumoured.

And most importantly, the boy was a moron.

Lucenzio sighed loudly as he listened to Lysander prattle on about his latest conquest. The not-so-veiled insinuations pointing squarely at the middle daughter of the Verona family, suggesting that she had been 'most satisfied' following his latest visit. Lucenzio rubbed his forehead.

"I think perhaps you mistake satisfaction at your leaving for satisfaction at your performance." Lucenzio remaked, loud enough for all around to hear. Far from the subtle and biting wit expected from one of his standing, but Lucenzio had never been one to suffer fools gladly. He watched with a grim smirk as Lysander clenched his fists, a frown turning into a snarl turning into a grimace as his boyish face turned bright red. Though whether from fury or embarassment none could tell. His work done, Lucenzio bowed deeply at the waist with a flourish before turning away.