The Chevalier is not assigned Liselotte. In fact, he heard he would be meeting some well hung redhead soon enough and is quite looking forward to it. But as he waits, draped on a bench and bored out of his mind, his eyes wander and fall upon the shivering blonde. The frustrated groan he makes is audible. Fuck! If Philippe contracts her, he will be furious. And as soon as they were settled, too.

The Chevalier stands up quickly and moves to her, pushing the other person aside.

"He is not. I am. Though I admit, I did not anticipate your arrival to this city. I thought one had to be fuckable to join."