lanselos_du_lac

A little thrill of utterly-unexpected jealousy flashes through Susan as Lancelot says were the three of us here. It's thoroughly perplexing - she likes that he's got other lovers - and something she pushes firmly away. She shan't be interrogating it any time soon! Instead of dwelling on it for one second longer, she draws their joined hands up to brush a kiss to his knuckles. "I understand."