attn: Morgause

[le_desirous]

Morgause has plenty of reason to hate her boyfriend right now, given that when she gets back to her room he will be already in it, sitting in one of her chairs sideways, one leg slung over the left arm. He is contemplating his hands very seriously.

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[anna_morcades]

She pauses in the doorway, her dark eyebrows raised. "Well, sir."

[le_desirous]

Sagramore springs to his feet with a slight smile. "Good, you're back. You're well."

[anna_morcades]

"And why should I not be?" Morgause shuts the door behind her smartly. "Despite men making free of my house--"

[le_desirous]

"Of your house and your home, my dearest lady." He rests a hand at her waist and kisses her.