lanselos_du_lac

"Oh!" Susan makes the connection then. "I hadn't thought it would," she confesses. Oh, she had at first; of course she had. But somewhere around the time Lancelot mentioned flirting with Laertes and clarified that his affection for the king was of a deeper nature, she'd let go of that concern. Already Lancelot has been a more regular lover than most men Susan has known, in the past - not a binding, perhaps, but still a closer connection, and so she'd categorized what he'd said about staying accordingly.

She reaches for his hand and threads their fingers together, running her thumb along the side of his index finger. They had, to her memory, agreed to be honest about potential other suitors as they explored what lay between them. She licks her lips, a delaying tactic more than anything. "I should tell you," she starts, and falls silent. She does want to be honest with him; she just doesn't know where to start.