Guillemot sits and watches the exchange. A messenger comes in and whispers something into his ear. Guillemot gets a big smile on his face, quickly subdues it, and stands up.

Your majesty, I wish to thank you for volunteering to hold the Iberian front while House Gascony takes care of internal matters. While you have starved our area of forces in the past, your generous offer to guard the southern front personally will go a long way towards mending old wounds. Even now a Spanish force makes it's way north. And yes I do have two of my men down there but they don't have anything like the forces a Royal Army possesses.

Thank you again for agreeing to go south.

Guillemot makes a long elaborate bow towards the King.

He then turns to Richart and smiles.

Richart! It is good to see you! It has been a long time old friend! We must talk later. Please come find me, we'll go hit that one place around the corner. I hear it is hopping these days.

After that, the Count's large grin, from when he heard the messenger's news, returns. He looks out at Marquess Poitevin.

Oh my dear Marquess! I have heard the most fascinating news! As you alluded to, I do spend a fair amount of time in certain places. And I have developed a bit of a network. And you would never guess who was seen keeping company with a woman of very... very dark complexion...

I think someone needs to make sure they don't live in a glass house...

Quite pleased with himself, Guillemot sits.