He only hummed appreciatively as he ran a finger along the neckline, slipping it mischievously into her cleavage. “… Are you feeling okay, sir... You’re not usually so… welcoming.” She felt odd, talking to a shadow after so long. “I think I want something different tonight.” He was silent a while as he continued to fiddle with her dress, his hand exploring lower. “Take it off.” She frowned but stood to remove her dress. He laughed and pulled her back down. “I meant… my cloak.” He seemed. " Then it hit her like a truck. This guy just saved her life then she realized she was shivering and her teeth began to chatter. "Oh God! I'm sorry. You must have been who I saw. You scared me and I guess I panicked." She instinctively covered her breasts and shivered more. "I'm fucking freezing." "Well I'm cold too. Here." He slid his arms under her and lifted her like a feather against his broad, soaked chest and carried her into the cabin. He laid her on Chet's big four poster bed then. “What’s so funny, bitch?”“You just said he was my girlfriend and called him a faggot.”“Yeah,” Percy grinned, “Cause you’re both ass clowns.”Jacob chuckled, “So he’s a fag right, then why are you worried about your girl?”“What?”“What,” Jacob mocked, “you afraid you’re going to lose your girl to a fag?”Percy didn’t bother getting into a battle of wits. A quick underhanded swing and Jacob doubled over coughing in pain. “You know what? You’re pretty funny. And you two make a lovely couple.” Jacob. She was a witty woman, which was assisted by her ability as an actress to entertain Charlotte in a way that soon had her gasping for breath between gales of laughter. Her life as an actress had certainly involved quite a few misadventures, and meeting some very interesting people. Charlotte was no expert on the theatre or cinema but she knew at least the names of many of the people mentioned in Josephine’s anecdotes. After the meal, the two girls sat together amongst the cushions and the odd.