[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=b8860b]Reginald Keystone[/color][/b][/i][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=b8860b][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Museum 
[color=b8860b][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A [/center][hr][hr]

	The Lord Major thanked Mahendra with traditional United Kingdom Stiff Upper-Lippage, as befitted his station. [color=b8860b]"Ah, I see. Well nonetheless, I appreciate your candor and openness, given the situation. Perhaps, [i]if[/i] my presence on the interim is inappropriate poring through Museum property, might it be permissible to wait upon her return? I am open to either possibility, you understand."[/color] He gave a polite nod to the East Indian Oxford fellow, purely out of courtesy to another citizen of the Empire in a foreign land. 

	Then of course, the illusion of civility had a hammer taken to it by the particularly up front Ms. Banoub. It gave Reginald pause. He looked at her with a sideways glance before slowly turning his head to catch up with the direction his eyes were facing. They widened slightly, showing an array of emotions going through the Lord Major, none of which leaned toward the positive. His face began to turn a pale shade of turbulent red before he was able to stamp it back down with his sheer, utter [i]Britishness[/i], one asset of which he was heavily resourced. 

	It did occur to him that, despite Egypt's previous status as a protectorate state under the Empire, it was very possible that this woman did not understand the tiny subtleties of his culture's familial versus familiar customs. To wit, Reginald tried to set his feelings aside and explain with polite dignity. [color=b8860b]"Madame, if you would indulge me for a moment? What you are saying is patently ludicrous, although I can see where some confusion may slip into the dialogue for those uninitiated in articles of responsibility amongst the Peerage. The Lord Captain Peter Keystone is my nephew; the son of my brother. He is my family by blood. Lady Munn's family and my own are close allies, with connections present and potential. Moreover, owing to my status and proximity, I am honorbound and morally obligated to tend to her best interests with the same responsibility as I would my own blood. 'Niece', in this instance, is a term of endearment, though it puts a tidy label upon the relation we have to one another. Chaperone is another, though less accurate."[/color] He cleared his throat lightly, [color=b8860b]"Does this satisfy your sense of propriety, madame?"[/color]