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	Aziza's attention was taken from those around her to Harry and Harry alone as she felt felt his hand shaking periodically within her own. Her bright eyes streaked with worry as she looked at him, her free hand coming over and resting on top both of there, caressing softly. She wasn't sure what was going on but it seemed that the barracks were getting to him and that he wasn't there with her right then, he was elsewhere and where ever that was, well it was anything but being kind to him. Her lips thinned as she watched him go pale and pasty. This was not the man she was used to seeing in the bar when she danced. So full of life and strength. He seemed plagued and beaten down right then and she felt a growing pain in her chest as she sat there and watched him suffer. It made her miss everything else around her. 

	Peter noticed the change but he was more focused on waiting for his uncle to reply. As he waited, of course the reporter decided to start talking to him once again. Peters eyes lit with a fiery rage as his jaw clenched. Did this man have no manners what so ever? He was standing there waiting for an answer about the prospect of marriage for gods sake and Haakon was asking for forgiveness for interrupting? I R O N Y!!!!! The only thing that saved Haakon from becoming very intimate with ivory end of Peters cane was the sound of a broken man asking to be excused for a moment. Peters eyes looking over to Harry for a moment and simply nodding. He knew the look so well, he had seen it in the mirror many times over the last few months. 

	Turning his attention back to Haakon the man had already walked off and looked as if he was about to leave. Rolling his eyes, he decided to wait to assault the man verbally and physically until next they met. He hoped that moment would never come. Multiple interruptions and jotting down what was said between people. It was savage in his mind, like a hyena ripping apart a carcass that was still alive. As the man stepped out of hearing range it seemed his uncle was on top of things about the wanted permissions and answered. He was glad that Reginald had waited to say anything until the bloody reporter could no longer hear their conversation. The last thing he wanted was it to show up in the gossip columns, the only thing he could imagine a man lacking in manners could get a job writing. 

	Aziza stood by quietly, watching Harry walk off and biting her bottom lip slightly, not sure if she should tend to him or just give him a moment. Looking at Reginald as he addressed her she nodded in understanding. [color=a187be]"Yes of course Lord Major, thank you,"[/color] she said before turning to Lauren. [color=a187be]"Please just give me a moment to tend to Sgt. Walsh, excuse me,"[/color] she said in a soft voice with a nod of her head before rushing over to Harry. 

	Peter looked back to his uncle and smiled, reaching out and patting him on the shoulder. [color=82ca9d]"She could ask for none better uncle and I am most content in your answer. Then let it be known that I shall begin in the morning when I meet with her. May luck be at my side,"[/color] he said in a happy voice. Looking over at Lauren he couldn't wipe the smile form his features. [color=82ca9d]"Would you care to join us in the officers club until she is finished tending to a soldier in need?"[/color]

	Coming over to Harry, Aziza slowed her pace and approached him calmly, her eyes shifting downwards to see he was having a problem with even the simple task of rolling a cigarette. Reaching out she rested her hands over his. [color=a187be]"Let me,"[/color] she whispered in a kind voice before taking the paper and tobacco from his fingers. Smiling up to him for a moment before she looked down and made quick work of completing the task for him. Sealing the thin paper with a quick flick of her tongue and roll of her fingers she held it out to him, her smile as soft as ever as she stood there. [color=a187be]"I am here to listen if you should need."[/color]


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	Now that the room was clear of most everyone, Vera's demeanor shifted quickly and she could not hide the look of contempt that came over her features at Williams words. Scoffing as her lips thinned. [color=f7976a]"Jealous? Of you and that tart? Don't be absurd. What in the name of the Pharisees would give you just a ludicrous idea? If anything I am offended that you and she treat each person in the room like a doxie just waiting for a crumb of attention of the likes of you Americans. Scandalous really. Your attentions seem to favor anything with a bit of hip curve and hers towards anything with a bristling of hair on their chest. To Mr. Elvsgaard to you, back to him, to the Lord Captain, then back to Mr. Elvsgaard. Jealous? HA! You two seem quite fit for each others attentions, or lack there of I shall say. You both seem quite content chasing each other and everything else in the room, like a dog in heat,"[/color] Vera all but spat before turning her attention to Lady Kingston and brushing the curls from her flustered and flushed face. 

	[color=f7976a]"No, thank you Lady Kingston, truly. Your decorum and skill will be most welcome in this endeavor. I shant be but two ticks to retrieve the aforementioned pieces of history for you to peruse."[/color] Turning on her heels she made her way for the door, glaring back at Mr. Drake and narrowing her eyes at his words before stepping out into the hallway. She kept quiet for all of a few minutes, just long enough to get them out of ears reach of Lady Kingston before she stopped in her tracks and eyed William as she crossed her arms over her chest. 

	[color=f7976a]"I am not some street urchin to be toyed with Mr. Drake. If you care to spread your seed from this end of the Nile to another, that is none of my nevermind but do not pull me into your scandalous behavior. I am not naive enough to believe that you harbor anything for but an enjoyment at tormenting me. I may not be as beautiful as Miss Clark, I am well aware that I am at best comely in my appearance, but I do have a keen mind. I know well and good enough that I could never truly attract yours or any other mans attentions but do not use me in some game of yours. At least have enough respect for me professionally not to use me as some cog in a game of the mind or heart,"[/color] she said in a firm tone but it was obvious by the look in her eyes and the trembling of her bottom lip that she was genuinely hurt and disheartened right then. Vera was not one trained in the arts of seduction or hiding her true feelings. 

	Shaking her head slightly she dropped her arms, them hanging loosely at her sides as she turned on her short heels and walked off towards deep storage to retrieve what she had promised to get for Lady Kingston.