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The Clubs' castle was bustling with the holidays just now. It smelled like trimmings and cooking and the sweet burn of good pine in the fireplaces. Eileen tended to smile more than her usual wont these days. Everyone seemed to smile more than usual, honestly.

Too bad Lancelot was not headed back there.

There was a part of him as he raised his hand to knock on Julien's study door that hoped the man was out. These days... well, they hadn't truly gotten along in years, but now it all seemed worse than normal. He didn't want a black eye if he was going to be escorting Elani anywhere.

He knocked again.

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Lance straightened slightly. "It's not-- she's not-- I'm hardly worried about your charm." He stepped toward the desk with a shake of his head. "I'm worried about your intentions."

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Julien still hadn't moved from his seat and even now he just watched Lancelot approach, apparently unconcerned.

"My intentions? Or your own, Lancelot? She is a rather sweet young thing, isn't she?"

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It was close enough a reminder of what Victor had said at the ball that Lance stopped, stiff. He pointed a finger at the Ace. "Whatever games you're playing, leave us out of it."

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Us?

Julien leaned forward, over the desk. "You're an us now? I suppose I should offer you my congratulations. How very sudden."

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He was close enough to slap a hand down on the desktop. It rang in the otherwise quiet room. "Enough, Julien! Elani and I are friends." It sounded wrong though, didn't it? Wrong enough that he backed off a step, paced away and then back. The truth was... the truth was they were friends. They were.

"And it shouldn't matter. Her, me, both of us. Because I'm sick of it and she deserves better. We're not pieces to be shuffled around a board for your amusement and gain."

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Julien straightened, stood.

His voice, when he spoke, was cold, "then you'll be pleased to know I am not at all amused. Question my motives all you like, I've given you my answer. You should go."

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The cold was returned in kind. Lance calmed and held Julien's eye. "Yes, you always give me an answer."

And he headed to the door.