The strange commotion that boomed on the street most of the morning, had grown and spread right down to the café where they sat. Cardinal Allen wasn't too disturbed by the loud shouting of some young man and the discontented, riotous mob that shouted back at him. He was preoccupied with his interest in Dearborne. They said very little at the table or at least, nothing that was of any great significance. Dearborne watched the crowd as they started to throw stones and ripe fruit at the you man, and Allen watched Dearborne's breasts rise and fall with her every breath. Once more, he continued his deceit and his lecherous manner. "Ah, yes! Lord Brook is a very lucky man, to have wed such a woman as you!" Dearborne became even more upset and she began to fidget. She looked around to see if anyone was listening; most were interested in the young man that was creating the disturbance, and Miel had long since left. "If I had not become a man of the Almighty, I could have wed such a precious fawn. I, too, could have cleaved to a woman whose blood boils for only the one man that she loves." Dearborne was surprised by what the Cardinal had said to her. Uncomfortable, she tried to speak while she looked around to make certain that no one else heard him. "Cardinal Allen -- I pray, explain the meaning of that remark, or I will have to tell Brook!" "I beg your forgiveness, if I have offended, my Lady. It is known throughout these lands, that women who drink of the rose, are warm and passionate to those men that they love." He looked at her and smiled, his one gold tooth reflecting the sunlight. No one else, in the café, heard their exchange. Their attentions were rivetted on the disturbance that rumbled a little ways down the street. The tavern maid brought the drinks, served them, and winked at Cardinal Allen before she left. "Enjoy, Cardin'!" she said, then went to serve someone else. "I'm sorry, Cardinal! I misunderstood the intent behind your words." Cardinal Allen bowed his head and smiled at her a forgiving little smile. In his norm, he turned his own decadence around and once more had come clean. "The mistake was unintentional, my child. Let us pray that this does not happen again." he clasped his hands and lowered his head. Dearborne bowed her head, as well, and sighed.