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Xaviar had been sitting at the table, the small dining room seemingly big enough for Xaviar and the whole of his servants--in fact, the area became apparent to be the servants' eating quarters. When he did not eat in his study, busy with experiments and inventions, he preferred to eat here. The simple setting relaxed him; much better then the glitz and glamor of the royal tables in the main banquet hall. However, his meditative sitting was interrupted when Jaylene entered, he standing in respect; though standing was a near issue as the sight of her in the snow-white dress struck him down with her beauty. "Jaylene," he nodded simply with a tone of respect. "I hope that this will do..."

Then Bolvan entered the room. He looked at the room, then frowned disappointingly to Xaviar.

"What you do here?" The huge man picked up Xaviar, quite comically, then motioned for Jaylene to follow him. Xaviar cursed silently at Bolvan, but did not do much other than fold his arms, annoyed. He allowed himself to be carried out to the entrance of the back garden, where a small table set for two sat. Bolvan smiled widely as he set his Master down, stating, "Is better for vlyublennykh, no?" The pale figure blushed with an annoyed look, putting his hand to his face in a light facepalm.

"Christ Almighty, Bolvan..." Xaviar muttered to himself, before looking to Jaylene. "As it appears, I must now ask if this is acceptable." To be honest, the table was set just right; looking upon the garden to see its natural beauty, with the sunset easily seen, the wind wafting the pleasant aroma of the flowers. The only problem was that it was romantic. Highly so. Which was not helping his case.