Temporary arrangements (Sebby Webby)

[quinn]

The door opened to reveal a rather lavish room. Large four poster bed, exquisite paintings on the walls. Real fur rugs on the flag stone floor, a large oak wardrobe. It was all rather glamourous for a man of the King. And the Scotsman wondered if all the rooms were this well decked out. It was highly possible, there was a definite need here to impress, you couldn't escape that feeling no matter where one went within the walls of the castle.

Taking his valuables in, he left the bag on the chest at the end of the bed. There really was no point in unpacking, he'd been told this was only his temporary room until something more permanent could be set up. So Quinn, the Prince's man, or hired muscle to protect the Prince, if you wanted to be basic and crude, looked around his room of a couple of nights. It was lightly scented with lavendar and some lillies in a glass vase on the side. The temptation was to be spiteful and tear the room apart, thus leaving plenty of work for the servants. Maybe if he got in a foul mood he might, otherwise the servants were save from extra work.

Looking out of the window, his arrival in Nottingham went pretty much unnoticed, which simply wouldn't do, but he had no idea how to get noticed. Quinn stood staring out at the town thinking what to do to amend that situation.

[Sebastian Mannering]

Sebastian strode through the corridors looking like a man on a mission. In fact he was on a mission of sorts, he was looking for somebody and if the running of the castle was as predictable as it had been when he was staying within it's confines it shouldn't be too hard of a task. Prince John's thug had arrived from Kent and Sebastian wanted to speak with him. He'd heard the news at breakfast that morning and really it was such an imposition that he hadn't been informed before the man arrived.

Did the Prince not think it wise to inform him beforehand, had he been cut entirely from proceedings? Sebastian had a reasons for wanting to greet Quinn who really was a glorified thug in his eyes. He needed to ascertain the man's orders, his reason for coming to Nottingham. He assumed it was so the Prince could keep a closer eye on the Sheriff and his men, but Sebastian wanted to know if he was to be supervised too. Really it wasn't necessary, he had everything under control in this quaint little shire, Quinn could be put to much better use intimidating some resistant noble into siding with the Prince. That was what he did best after all.

His hunch had been right and Sebastian found Quinn in one of the many guests rooms the Sheriff kept prepared for unexpected arrivals such as these. He knocked once and strode in without waiting for an invitation. The man may have been sent to keep an eye on him, but Sebastian still considered himself of higher standing. "Quinn, my dear fellow!" He said jovially as he let himself in and making himself comfortable by sitting on Quinn's immaculately made bed. "I did not realise you were coming, or I would have greeted you personally as you arrived."

[quinn]

Quinn made a low noise in his throat, similiar to a withering sigh. It was the general reaction whenever Sebastian was near him. The reason the Scotsman hadn't piled in the guy before was because he wasn't allowed. At times Quinn felt like a naughty child not allowed a sweet when he realised there was going to be no chance to smack Seb around a bit. Still, taking a deep breath, not wanting it to be obvious that he wasn't overly happy to see the stooge now sat comfortably on his bed, he turned around.

"It was a last minute request by the Prince." He explained and gave away no more details than that. It would drive the simpering guy before him insane trying to figure out why he was here. If he didn't know already. "Sebastian, how are you these days?" It was idle conversation, but it appeared he was going to have to play nice if they were going to work together. Who knew, maybe being thrown together and forced to work side by side might make them friends, or at least tolerate each other. However, in the present climate, Quinn simply couldn't stand Sebastian. The man was a womaniser and proud of it. Next to that he was ammoral and really didn't care what happened around him, as long as it wasn't relevant to him. So setting his shirt on fire would really be the only chance to catch his attention, especially if you were male. Or of course there were moments like this when Seb was after something, like information or moeny. Though the Scot knew it was the former, so he'd take great delight in teasing the man.

[Sebastian Mannering]

Quinn was standing over by the window, with his back to Sebastian, which meant he couldn't see the look of annoyance that had undoubtedly passed over the man's face. Tormenting the Scot was just so much fun, but it wasn't nearly so good when he didn't get to see the fruits of his labour. On more than one occasion he'd wound the man up so much he'd been certain Quinn was about to hit him, which really only confirmed to Sebastian that he would always be the superior man. He had a much better control over his emotions, although to be fair the violent Scotsman had never actually succumbed to his urges and smacked him around yet. It must have taken a lot of restraint.

Sebastian was rather disappointed with Quinn's response, it didn't tell him anything about the reasons for being sent to Nottingham, only that he had indeed been ordered there by the Prince. That was no help at all, a small child could have worked out that Quinn would loyally follow the Prince's orders. "Really?" He said lightly, masking his irritation behind an overly jovial cover. "That must have been quite the inconvenience. No wonder you look so..." He flicked his eyes judgementally over Quinn. "Dishevelled. You must be quite weary from travelling"

In truth the Scot looked no different from normal; well turned out and infuriatingly handsome, but of course nowhere near on par with Sebastian's own appearance. However, since he was still smarting about not being able to find out Quinn's motivations he wasn't above taking a stab at his looks. The man seemed determined to steer the conversation into trivial matters and Sebastian allowed him to for now, the thin veil of civility between the two of them preventing him from keeping the talk all business. "Me? I am quite well, Nottingham is good to me. And yourself?"

[quinn]

One thing Quinn had learnt about Sebastian was that when he was irritated he always put on ajovial tune. At least when these two were in conversation, Seb was never happy talking to Quinn, so it was a small give away he was irked at something, which pleased the Scot. In truth the pair of them liked to wind one another up and they seemed to do it with great efficiency.

"I'm not too tired. But I had get myself cleaned up." Which no doubt would put the man before him to shame. It would be rather interesting to see who would do better with the ladies if they were put into a real competition. Sebs charms or Quinn's looks. Hard choice to make.

The Scot smiled one of his more cheeky smiles in replying to Seb. "I've only just arrived in Nottingham, I have no idea whether it will be as good as you seem to think." But then again it seemed that Seb liked the women here more than his job, it was part of the reason Quinn was here, not that he'd tell the guy before him. "But I have been busy, doing work for the Prince." At least one of them was. "But I am quite keen to meet the Sheriff." He needed to talk to the man about Seb and the running of Nottingham to report back to the Prince. But he was most anxious to hear the antics of the little noble man before him.

[Sebastian Mannering]

"My, my, then I must admire your stamina." Sebastian smiled along with his mock compliment, luxuriating on Quinn's bed and looking for all the world like he belonged there and the Scot was the intruder. "I myself find travelling quite tiresome." He continued, his words a complete falsehood as he never needed to lift a finger when preparing to travel, that was what servants were for after all. "Although, I suppose a man with such simple tastes as yours must not have that many requirements." Sebastian finished with the subtle barb he had been building to all along.

Of course Quinn didn't require much while travelling, he was a thug plain and simple, and goodness knows the Scottish had no taste. Brutes the lot of them. "I assure you, sir, your stay will be quite excellent." Sebastian said, his grin growing lecherous. "The women here are... exquisite. And laughably simple, you should be able to charm them." Objectively he had to admit Quinn was rather handsome, but that didn't mean he couldn't slip doubt in his tone. As though he didn't believe the Scot was capable of charming any woman.

"I'm sure I can arrange a meeting between you and Vaysey." Sebastian offered generously. He chose to use the Sheriff's given name, rather than his title, to draw attention to the familiarity he shared with Vaysey that Quinn lacked. By even offering to arrange a meeting at all he was trying to make himself appear more powerful and influential than the Scot. Quinn was quite capable of gaining an audience on his own, especially with the leverage that backing from the Prince gained him. Still, it didn't hurt to lord it over Quinn a little, Sebastian had not lost favour with Prince John yet.

[quinn]

Quinn new that Seb was mocking him, but it didn't matter, he'd just have to mock back and do it better. The Scot knew that Seb was threatened by him, because, quite simply Quinn could do everything better than the man before him and was better than the man on his bed. "It's a blessing having such stamina. Can't let those 'exquisite' woman get bored because of a tiresome trip. No excuse for that. Surely you should know that Seb? Or you tiring in your dotage?" That was bound to get a rise of some sort. "All I'll say is, I'll sleep when I'm dead."

Grinning like a naughty school boy he moved further into the room, but avoided going near the bed or the man on it. "Well if you managed to charm them, I'll have nae problem." Quinn winked cheekily, loving the tension between them and more than that loving how they both could easily wind one another up. But who was going to break first and what would be the consequence?

"I should very much like to talk to the Sheriff." Quinn wasn't bothered by the familiarity between Seb and the Sheriff, because at the end of the day, the Scot had more power being familiar with the Prince. "We'll have much to talk about. And I'm certain you'll be able to keep yourself occupied while we chat." It needed to be a private talk. Not because anything that was said would be confidential, but just the fact that the privacy alone would drive Sebastian mad. That was a result at the end of the day.

[Sebastian Mannering]

”Quite.” Sebastian agreed, pressing his lips into a thin line. He knew he should not rise to the bait the Scot had laid for him, but he could not help the twist of displeasure in his gut he felt as Quinn called his talent with women under question. ”Stamina is an admirable trait, but it does a man little good if he lacks a certain…” He lifted his hand and waved it about in the air as though searching for the right word. ”Finesse.” Of course he was implying that Quinn was the one that lacked finesse, but he’d carefully put the sentence in the third person to reduce the chances of the Scot flying off the handle and decking him.

”As for me.” Sebastian continued with his usual air of superiority, flicking an imaginary speck of dirt from his shoulder. ”I never tire when it comes to the affairs of women, I think you’ll find my stamina quite abundant.” And as far as he was concerned the sooner the Scot dropped dead the better. He resisted the urge to say this out loud, Sebastian did not want to sound like a petulant child who was losing an argument, he was more refined than that. Really it was infuriating that the Prince had sent someone as… brutish as Quinn to keep an eye on him. Especially as he had only just reported back on the status of Nottingham. Did his word count for nothing any longer?

The apparently jovial mood Sebastian had been portraying snapped back into place as soon as Quinn mention speaking with Vaysey. ”Come now,” He admonished, looking mock offended. ”Why all this secrecy!” He would give anything to be present during Quinn’s meeting with the Sheriff, which was probably exactly why the Scot had insisted on privacy. Quinn was an expert at getting under his skin. ”Are we not dear friends, there should not be secrets amongst friends.” He shot Quinn a wry smile, knowing full well that they were not even close to be coming friends.

[quinn]

Quinn noted the way the sentence had been layed down and grinned. However, it was still vague and could be twisted any which way. "Wouldn't worry about it Seb. I'm sure you'll get that finesse." It had been a long time since Quinn had hit anyone and he was itching for a fight. Hence laying such bait and slights of character. Seb would bite eventually.

"Yes, I can't deny your stamina. You give plenty of chase for little return. Admirable, quite, shame it seems it never gives you pelasure." Quinn knew it wasn't true, but he didn't care. And he didn't care for Seb either. Let the man rot in hell. "Maybe on day your constant chasing will yield results."

"The Prince has charged me to talk to the Sheriff on his behalf. Such matters lie betqween me and the Sheriif. Not for your ears." It was all lies but it would drive Seb mad and it would prove to be fun. As long as he didn't interfere in Seb's plan to take down Robin Hood he was on safe ground. The Prince said nothing about him winding up Seb.