[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=b8860b]Reginald Keystone[/color][/b][/i][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=b8860b][b]Location:[/b][/color] Egyptian Museum
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	This was a time of reunion, the one moment of pure bliss that the Lord Major had experienced in a great while. Years, even. Perhaps if the actress and reporter knew of the magnitude of this meeting, the importance, the sheer feeling of soul-lightening relief and surprise so absolute as to benumb the senses and tingle the very corners of his soul with the radiance of long-forgotten hope; indeed if they could [i]fathom[/i] the true sense of Consequence that this moment in time had for Reginald, and likely Vera as well, the two of them surely would not have acted in the manner that they did. 

	The urge to blow up in a manner most undignified welled up in the man, threatening to overflow into the room. He was a millisecond away from a finger wag and tongue lashing birthed of a strict upbringing of Anglican guilt, in fact spinning around to address the first such forcible transgressor who insinuated themselves into the conversation, the Hollywood Starlet. His mouth was beginning to open, tongue preparing to pull from his extensive, nobly educated vocabulary, when Peter made his assumptions as to the character of the woman, and the Lord Major. 

	Reginald froze. 

	The surprise was palpable. More than that, it was about a half second of [i]glaringly obvious[/i], brightly lighting his face until his own sense of public propriety reinstituted itself. His demeanor changed to that of highly restrained amusement as he turned back to Peter, speaking in a jovial but direct manner.  

	[color=b8860b]"My dear boy, discretion is the greater part of being a gentleman; and a Lord of the Empire must oft carry decorum with him, into the uncivilized wastelands of the wider world. An act such as you accuse me would be most ungentlemanly."[/color] A smile crossed his face. Reginald slapped the younger man's shoulder, motioning his thumb behind him. Still smiling, he brought his thought to completion. [color=b8860b]"Besides lad, she's not one of mine."[/color] 

	It was an open secret that the Lord Major availed himself of the occasional courtesan; a practice long regarded as standard among the Gentry, so long as one was discreet. The obvious indiscretion made by Peter was quite forgivable in his estimation, considering the intent was not to embarrass him but draw him into an assisted game of verbal checkers. [color=b8860b]"But wherever are my manners, Lieutenant? Yourself and Lady Vera must have quite the catching up to do! I should appreciate a [i]lengthy[/i] talk with you as well, but manners dictate that the Lady have your attention first. I, and several others, were about to abscond to the Qasr El Nil Barracks Courtyard for drinks. Possibly a light supper. Do catch up the [i]second[/i] you are able, yes? I've so many questions, you see. So many questions."[/color]