Aimé smiled, reaching out to touch Lord Hurst's hand. "I would not have thought anything different, My Lord." He said. How strange, he thought, Lord Hurst seemed so forceful this morning but in discussion he seemed fretful and worried.
Perhaps Aimé had misjudged him, or perhaps this was his first time seeking a companion from higher blood. What he wanted was unorthodox but not the most horrible thing Aimé had heard suggested, and he could hardly come to nobility snob given his affair with Mercedes.