Given it is later on in the evening, Vivienne's put a soft cloak on over the filmy gown. It's keeps her warmer, but doesn't take away from differences in her style versus the ladies at court.]
[...that woman and her damned fashion. Not that Gorlois minded that much, honestly. it was just. Not going to help him get through his paperwork.
Gorlois, for his part, is sans half of his clothing. The jackets and vests and his boots sitting on the chair by his bed. His fingers are stained, a little, with ink.]
[Her fashion is exactly the reason the women at court avoid her, save a couple of brave one's who would like to imitate her.
It should also be noted that she looks surprised at his state of undress. It is not garish of falsely shocked, just surprise.]
Please, my lord, I've come to offer my apologies for my earlier gaff. I had hoped you would've finished with your paperwork by now, but I find myself interrupting, once again.
[That's it. There isn't an ulterior motive. The man made no earlier attempt to return her flirtation, and Vivienne may be forward, but not pushy. ]
[Gorlois is a gentleman, in general, especially to Lady's. it doesn't mean he doesn't see, though. He really does. At least he's sitting down now.]
Earlier gaff? [If she thinks something offended him... well things roll off his back fairly easily, and aside from the fact a possibly questionably dressed lady is in his chambers, alone with him, he doesn't mind her presence.]
You need not apologise. Have you already had dinner, then? [he looks out and the sun has already gone down almost entirely. His servant must have lit the candles, he doesn't remember doing so.]
The difference being that you were raised in your home, not around us. Which is probably for the best, we were somehow more troublesome as boys than we are now.
Someone will eat it, I wouldn't worry about it. My servant will take it soon. [As if he knew her concern. Perhaps in some way he shared it and that's what put him off his food. Sigh.]
Hopefully ones with better manners, but aye. [Uther excluded on that, of course, he still acted like a fifteen year old so far as Gorlois considered.]
I'm sure it's quite good. However, knights are the least likely to starve in the Kingdom. [and he shrugs, again.] Normally I winter in Cornwall anyway. I have little enough time to be there as it is.
Lady Vivienne, are you cold? [he's noticed that. How could he not?]
Better manners, sometimes, unless they're near those who knew them as troublesome boys. My brothers would revert to their childhood as soon as they had a few goblets of wine with their friends.
[Like with the attempted flirtation, she will not push the matter further.]
A proper lady would never admit such a thing where I am from. The expectation is that we are to be hardy, and capable of dealing with any discomfort.
[Which is the one disadvantage of the fashion, but the comfort, and her belief in its beauty, as opposed to the over-laced style here, outweighs any chill.]
I only selected the wrong cloak for the evening. I have many from which to choose.
I suppose that is true enough, you may have caught us out. [His smile turns more into a grin, slightly cheeky.]
Being cold is hardly a weakness. [he gets up and closes the windows tight, then the drapes, to keep out more of the cool night air.] I would offer you a warmer cloak but I fear it would be rather too long.
I find getting caught ties in with wanting to be caught. What good are escapades if others can't marvel at them?
[She's being both friendly, and teasing, since he's being a bit cheeky.]
Complaining is. No one wants to listen to constant complaints. [It's a harsh lesson from her home, but it has eliminated genuine complaining without purpose or proposed action from Vivienne's repertoire. It's a highly-prized quality of women where she is from.]
It really depends on what kind of trouble it is one is getting up too, does it not? [Gorlois was raised a lot around Uther, the man knows trouble. And it ever so often starts with a U and ends in a ther.]
Constant, no, but now and then isn't that bothersome.
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[She enters with a smile.
Given it is later on in the evening, Vivienne's put a soft cloak on over the filmy gown. It's keeps her warmer, but doesn't take away from differences in her style versus the ladies at court.]
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Gorlois, for his part, is sans half of his clothing. The jackets and vests and his boots sitting on the chair by his bed. His fingers are stained, a little, with ink.]
...My Lady Vivienne, good evening.
What brings you here?
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It should also be noted that she looks surprised at his state of undress. It is not garish of falsely shocked, just surprise.]
Please, my lord, I've come to offer my apologies for my earlier gaff. I had hoped you would've finished with your paperwork by now, but I find myself interrupting, once again.
[That's it. There isn't an ulterior motive. The man made no earlier attempt to return her flirtation, and Vivienne may be forward, but not pushy. ]
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Earlier gaff? [If she thinks something offended him... well things roll off his back fairly easily, and aside from the fact a possibly questionably dressed lady is in his chambers, alone with him, he doesn't mind her presence.]
You need not apologise. Have you already had dinner, then? [he looks out and the sun has already gone down almost entirely. His servant must have lit the candles, he doesn't remember doing so.]
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I should know all of the King's most important advisers. I told the King as much earlier.
[Picture that image -- Vivienne politely chastising the King, and still in a good humour -- which says how well it went.]
I have eaten. [She disapproves of the full plate and purses her lips.] I dined with the King. Was there something about your own that displeased you?
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I... [he blinks and looks at the tray, then shrugs a little.] I suppose I forgot to eat. It would hardly be the first time.
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[She frowns more at the food.]
If you're not hungry, I can remove it for you.
[And give it to one of the young kitchen boys she's seen. She is not one to see food wasted.]
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Someone will eat it, I wouldn't worry about it. My servant will take it soon. [As if he knew her concern. Perhaps in some way he shared it and that's what put him off his food. Sigh.]
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[She can already tell Uther will be troublesome, but the type of trouble that can be fun as well.]
You should at least try. I found it a particularly well-prepared meal.
[If winter is to be lean, then food must be taken now, while it can, but she is suggesting rather than nagging.
A draft from the window moves her cloak a little. It's not that much thicker than the dress she wears.]
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I'm sure it's quite good. However, knights are the least likely to starve in the Kingdom. [and he shrugs, again.] Normally I winter in Cornwall anyway. I have little enough time to be there as it is.
Lady Vivienne, are you cold? [he's noticed that. How could he not?]
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[Like with the attempted flirtation, she will not push the matter further.]
A proper lady would never admit such a thing where I am from. The expectation is that we are to be hardy, and capable of dealing with any discomfort.
[Which is the one disadvantage of the fashion, but the comfort, and her belief in its beauty, as opposed to the over-laced style here, outweighs any chill.]
I only selected the wrong cloak for the evening. I have many from which to choose.
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Being cold is hardly a weakness. [he gets up and closes the windows tight, then the drapes, to keep out more of the cool night air.] I would offer you a warmer cloak but I fear it would be rather too long.
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[She's being both friendly, and teasing, since he's being a bit cheeky.]
Complaining is. No one wants to listen to constant complaints. [It's a harsh lesson from her home, but it has eliminated genuine complaining without purpose or proposed action from Vivienne's repertoire. It's a highly-prized quality of women where she is from.]
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Constant, no, but now and then isn't that bothersome.
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