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"There. That should suffice." Vivienne commented as she finished buckling the shoulder sword harness onto Tim's bare chest. The leather trousers and gold arm and throat torques made him look like some kind of ancient warrior straight out of some kind of dime store romance novel. It was however, a look that Vivienne knew for a fact Maighdlin would be interested by. She had always liked watching battles and wars in ancient Ireland, and she would enjoy trying to make a beautiful man dressed like a warrior submit to her seductions.

Tim frowned. "I feel stupid."

"As long as you do not act 'stupid', you shall survive Timothy." Vivienne replied, adjusting the torque at his neck with care so that the sapphires showing within the gold would better bring out his eyes.

"She really goes for this kind of thing? I am going to stick out next to everyone else." He grumbled.

"That is rather the point." Vivienne said with vague amusement. "They do not have a true comprehension of human fashions and changing tastes in clothing. You will look more normal to them than any of the others,"

"But I look like Fabio!" Tim pulled at the pants. "Okay they aren't too bad but this get up...fine. Whatever she likes."

"Continue with that mentality and we may well walk away unscathed from this yet." Vivienne said with an almost affectionate pat to Tim's head. "Perhaps Maighdlin will not be the only one to find you enticing in this." Vivienne said in mild encouragement.

"Who else is gonna think this is a good look? The other fae? Oh goody just what I need." Tim smiled sideways as Viv patted his head. "Thanks for this I guess. I will do whatever it takes for this plan to work."

"You may be surprised." Vivienne said vaguely. "I must also remind you Timothy, that despite my rather sedate circumstances, that I am still fae. Thanking me is not wise." She reminded in mild scolding.

Tim winced a little. "Right well. You are better to owe a debt to than Bal is. I don't mind I guess. Hey Viv...." Tim licked his lips. "Arey is going to lose her scholarship. She has to leave the soccer team. Is there anything we can do to help her stay at the school? If she leaves school she has to leave the country. I thought maybe we could figure something out, like you did for D."

"Owning a favor to any fae should be something you mind, regardless of your attachments." Vivienne replied with a raised brow, giving him a quick and almost playful swat to the backside. "I will call that debt dome for now."

As the talk turned toward Arey's scholarship, Vivienne gave a shrug. "Timothy, I am appallingly wealthy. Should she need financial assistance to continue her education at Ambrose, I will provide those funds."

Tim smiled. "Great I will tell her to come talk to you." He felt better. Like a scolded dressed up child but still better. "I hope I am ready for this woman."

"You won't be." Vivienne said honestly. "But you will manage. You are quite good at that it seems."

"Managing? I don't think so but I try." Tim sighed. "Kat is gonna laugh at me isn't she?"

"Perhaps." Vivienne agreed. "Or photograph you. She seems to take great pleasure in that activity."

Tim groaned, "Oh good. Photo evidence. Let's get this over with." He turned and headed back to the main area.