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Torrin found himself laughing at Vivian's words. She was clearly quite the delicate flower... Of course he wasn't going to listen to said words, that would be far too boring and, regardless of whether he wanted to leave or not, he wasn't going to strictly on principle. Vivian clearly didn't want him here - although he suspected this was just because she didn't understand quite how much she actually did want him there - so that was just going to make him all the more enthusiastic about staying. He had a knack for annoying noblewomen. "Oh I beg to differ." He said, still grinning at her, and rather enjoying the whole exchange. "I think I'd want to be near you whatever the circumstance."

Ouch. He obviously hadn't been quite up to standards last night, or she was just a very good actress with an incredibly impressive amount of self-control. Either way, he was rather shocked by her reaction and just stared blankly for a few seconds. She was such a polite and friendly person.

He folded his arms against his chest, unimpressed by her rather rude tone. Normally he would gladly show off his comical skills, but now it was rather the opposite. "I don't think you deserve it." Torrin replied firmly, and then ended up regretting it as she started walking away. He half-ran after her, standing in her way in order to make her stop. "Why would I want to find anyone else?"

Torrin didn't seem to be getting anywhere with her, something he wasn't used to. Women either swooned or flirted back, but Lady Vivan wasn't giving him anything. Unfortunately for her that just gave him more incentive to carry on. She might be royalty, but there was no one around apart from them, no one to enforce to rules of heirarchy upon them. He cocked his head, watching her with interest. Maybe she really wasn't interested...no. He just wasn't trying hard enough, or trying too hard, either one. He decided a change of tone would be best. "Well tell me who the blagard was and I shall see that his villainy is put to an end." Of course he knew that she was talking about him, but he was too busy being gallant, and besides, he wasn't going to make it easy for her to make him leave. If she wanted him gone she was going to have to work for it - royalty or not.

He grinned as soon as she asked him who he was - finally! Although he was slightly put out that she didn't recognise him. He had provided the entertainment at last night's dinner but obviously not well enough. He dropped into a bow. "My name is Torrin Fletch. I am Camelot's jester. You might remember me, from last night." He winked - that was just too good an oppurtunity to pass up.

Torrin wasn't surprised when Vivian began to walk off, the only thing he was surprised about was that she'd left after Arthur was mentioned. That was interesting... he didn't stop to think any more about that though, he chased after her. He was now stood in front of her, trying to block her path, although that wasn't terribly effective in such an open space. "I would you would stay, my lady." It probably wasn't going to work, but worth a try.

Sorry it's so short, these posts are mainly filler anyway.

It seemed Caitrin was still trying to act the innocent party in all of this, and it would have been a convincing act if he didn’t know better, or rather expect better. They both knew exactly what he had in mind, and he wouldn’t have just come out and said it anyway, there wouldn’t be any fun in that. “How about I show you when we get there?” He asked, looking her up and down again, women seemed to like that sort of thing and she was a very attractive woman so it was hardly an odorous task to admire her.

She started walking off down the corridor so he stayed where he was, head tilted and watching her move. He was fairly certain it wasn’t necessary for her to be moving her hips like that but it was certainly appreciated by the young jester. He wasn’t going to answer her question with the first thing that came into his head – that would hardly win her over, although it might gain a laugh from an adolescent boy. Instead he just nodded and jogged a few steps to catch up with her, “After you, my lady.”

I'm so sorry about the delay, Robyn is far too witty for me

Hmm, Torrin was quickly coming to the conclusion that he was going to up his game if he wanted to outwit her. She certainly had an answer for everything, something that was definitely keeping him on his toes. It was a rather nice challenge, whereas usually he just smirked and paid the girl a few compliments, this girl was making him work. Despite her wit, however, there was that look about her, one that he was rather used to and reminded him just how good he was in these situations. "Well, you must understand," he began, following suit and lowering his voice, "my secrets are never given without something in return." He quite obviously looked her up and down, they were well passed subtlety by now so there was no harm in being so obvious, besides, surely she found it flattering? He certainly found it flattering when women were looking at him.

Torrin was convinced that he completely had her and was about to voice such an opinion when she spoke and grabbed his hand. It seemed he was still having to work to reap any rewards from this meeting, and while he was slightly annoyed at having such a move rebuffed, he was still relishing the challenge. He smiled, trying to make her think she had won this small exchange when he was actually just lulling her into a false sense of security. Even with her holding his finger he still had a few tricks. "And how will you stop this?" He asked as his other arm found its way around her waist, pressing them both together. He raised his eyebrows expectantly at her - this should be interesting.

It seemed Lady Caitrin was not going to disappoint, which was good because he'd rather got himself in the mood now. She was certainly a beautiful woman, and rather good company too, so time spent with her was not going to be time badly spent. The only problem was that she was expecting him to suggest somwhere. That was annoying. Of course he did have sleeping quarters in the castle but they would hardly be up to her standards - they weren't even up to his. But he couldn't say he didn't have anywhere. That would completely ruin the mood and wouldn't do at all. Instead he just decided to go with it - he was rather good at that sort of thing. "Oh I think I can think of somewhere." He replied and stood up, albeit rather awkwardly, especially as he was yet to let go of her hand.

Now that he was on his feet he was at the same level as everyone else in the room and could observe them far more easily. No one appeared to be paying them the remotest bit of attention. "Now, milady, if you will kindly come with me," he began, taking a more formal tone just in case someone happened to see a noblewoman leaving with a decidedly un-noble man, "I will be only too happy to help you find your father, he cannot have gone far, you need not worry." He doubted Caitrin would be confused at his words, but he winked at her anyway before letting go of her hand and offering her his arm instead. He briefly leant in closer to her, whispering in her ear, "Perhaps we should search the servants' quarters first..." before stepping back again and beginning to lead her out of the room, all the while watching to make sure no one had noticed. He'd be terribly put out if his fun was ruined now.

As much as he enjoyed coming into the kitchen and seeing Tesslin - she was the only one who gave him food, after all - he did often find himself wondering just what would happen if she exerted herself a little more. She was a pretty enough girl and when she wasn't being polite and inoffensive she was rather fun. What she needed was someone to take her hair down. Torrin had long since been trying to be that someone but had not quite managed it yet. Still, he still had a confidence in his abilities.

"I can't make you anything if you're standing on the table."

Ah logic. The downfall of all entertainers. She was right of course. Food could hardly be made if he was still on the table, despite how much he was enjoying being this tall. With an easy shrug he jumped off the table. Unfortunately he'd underestimated the height and managed to hurt his feet and ankles. That was clever of him. He wasn't going to let Tesslin know that he'd managed to hurt himself though, so he just ignored the pain and hoped it would go away soon. He was used to jumping off things and hurting himself so it shouldn't take long.

"Happy now?" Torrin asked, eyebrows raised and gesturing to the now empty table. There were prints in the flour from his feet but other than that it was perfectly clean. "So," he began, letting the 'oh' sound continue for far longer than necessary as he now leant against the worktop, "What are you making for me?"

It was a rather nice day so Torrin had decided to try and spend most of it outside. The majority of those people in the castle worth speaking to seemed to appreciate the sun so they'd all be enjoying the weather rather than sitting in the gloom of the castle. As well as being rather warm and bright, it was also one of those days where there was no feast or particular celebration so Torrin had nothing to do except wander around aimlessly until he found himself either hungry and so venturing off to the kitchens, or found himself someone to entertain.

Today, that seemed to be Lady Vivian, a rather fine specimen indeed. She was sitting by herself, something Torrin was rather happy about. He'd heard what happened to people, well, men that tried...well, what Torrin was probably going to try. Needless to say it didn't end well. But far be it from Torrin to be deterred by an over protective father. It would just add to the fun. Or leave him with several broken bones, but he was more than willing to take that risk.

As he didn't have any official entertaining to do he wasn't wearing his full jester's costume, instead he was wearing his simple every day clothes - rather more sober than his costume but decidedly more flattering and it meant he didn't jangle whenever he moved his feet. This, unsurprisingly, made it a lot easier when he was trying to approach people without them noticing - not that he did that often.

She was certainly a pretty thing, perhaps a little too obvious in her beauty though, and she knew it too. Beautiful women always did. More often that not they tried to use it to twist men around their little fingers. Well, it would take more than a little beauty to make Torrin bend to the will of a women. If anyone was going to be bending it would be Vivian, and yes, he did mean that in every sense of the word.

Just before making his presence known he brushed down his shirt - it would be no good to appear untidy at a time like this. Satisfied that he looked his best, he stepped into her line of vision. "My Lady Vivian!" He grinned at her before dropping into a low bow. "How pleasant it is to find you here and be in your company."

Tagged: Vivian
Timeline: During Sweet Dreams
Location: Castle gardens

It had been a fair few days since Torrin had found himself someone quite so fun to flirt with, even if he was supposed to be disliking her on principle. Normally, his attentions were well-received but women just blushed and giggled and while that was rather good for his ego it did nothing to banish his boredom. But Robyn was interesting, she played the game. And, judging by her words, she wasn't about to throw herself at him. No, he was going to have to work for it. Well, luckily that was something he was more than happy to do. "Surely it would be more fun to disbelieve me?" He asked, that smirk on his lips again but his mouth was still slightly parted. His words were obviously having the desired effect on her, yet she was still presenting a challenge to him. She was a very interesting woman indeed.

He noticed her watching his tongue, all the more reason to continue this action. It had been far too long since a woman had looked at him like that, he'd almost forgotten what a thrill it was - being able to effect someone so easily. People had always held a fascination for Torrin, observing and judging and trying to figure out how they worked. That was what he was doing now, testing, discovering, seeing just what made Robyn tick. Clearly his tongue did.

Torrin didn't answer her immediately. He was still trying to work out just how far he could go with this. Of course he would go much farther than just flirtations, but he didn't know about her. For all he knew she could just be playing with him, enjoying a game of cat and mouse at his expense. That would be irritating, and impressive as well. He was yet to be played himself, but there was a first time for everything. Coming to a decision he raised a hanfd, letting it linger in the air between them for a brief moment, trying to judge what she was thinking before his finger met the skin of her neck, felt the pulse, felt the soft, warm skin, all the while looking directly at her - just watching her reaction. "How is this for starters?"

Torrin was hungry, something that wasn't that remarkable an occurrence but it was an irritating one. He had been on his feet all day, well, almost all day. The rest of it had been spent on his back because he'd yet to master the art of the backflip. Turns out there were only so many times he could fall onto his rather pathetic mattress - if it could be called that -before he needed to stop throwing himself about and get some food. It was with this in mind that he found himself strolling into the castle kitchens. Even if he had hurt his back he wasn't going to stop strolling. Surprisingly it was rather empty, or rather completely empty except one person. It seemed the other cooks and kitchen maids had finished their work and hadn't felt the need to stay around. This was rather good luck as not many people were nice enough to feed him.

As far as he was aware Tesslin hadn't spotted him yet, she appeared to be to absorbed in her humming. She wouldn't appreciate him lurking about so he decided to just announce his presence. "My darling Tess!" he grinned at her before quickly taking her hand and twirling her in a swift motion. "How are you this fine day?" He asked, half trapping her between the worktop and himself. She could have easily pushed him away if she wished to.

He was still grinning at her but he was promptly distracted by a rather interesting cloth-covered bowl. "I'm hungry - what's in here?" The cloth was lifted but the jester was only met with disappointment. "Well that's no good." Torrin said in a tone similar to that of a whining child. He moved her out of the way to jump up onto the worktop, looking down at her expectantly. "Don't you have any food?"