For a moment, Simon turned his eyes down, a light blush appearing on his neck and ears. He fought against a smile that forced its way on to his lips. When he managed to regain control, he looked up, a sparkle in his eyes. "I hope you'll be prepared when you meet her, ser." Was he crossing the line? But all of this was a crossing of lines - lines of class division not the least. And Simon had a feeling Zech would never get to the point if he wasn't encouraged to.

He wondered what it would be like to help both partners cheat on each other. That idea felt vindicating. And the rich buffoons would pay for their mutual betrayal as well. One of the corners of his mouth turned up in a smirk he tried to suppress. God, he enjoyed that thought.