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[Camilla is absolutely studying him as he speaks, eyes carefully checking over every aspect of him and attempting to get a read on him. Hubert von Vestra is certainly an intimidating presence in the monastery; he's someone who Camilla has heard bits and pieces about, mostly rumors of just how intimidating and scary he is. They certainly do the man justice, painting him in an almost sinister light...

Camilla folds her hands gently in front of her, however, her expression unchanging as she listens to him. Really, a man like him should be ashamed of cornering a lady like this; he likely knows as well as she does that she can't simply push her way past him, lest it reflect poorly upon Lord Lorenz. She certainly could silence him if needed, but there were factors to consider about him. He was imposing in terms of height, but he looked built in such a way that didn't imply too much muscle underneath. He must not be very well versed in physical combat; a mage, perhaps? That could prove tricky, should this prove confrontational, but her target would be his hands at that point. Break his arms, maybe break his legs so he couldn't escape...]

I shall answer them to the best of my ability.

[Interesting things, huh...that's bait if she's ever seen it. Meant to get her to rise to it, defensively or perhaps in curiosity. Camilla's head rights itself, that gentle smile never leaving her face when she answers his question.]

Indeed, I have; I have been in their service for as long as I can remember.

[Her answer betrays nothing, though it answers the question without giving too many specifics. A technical truth, or perhaps a lie of omission, if he's feeling particularly spiteful. Even if that first bit is baiting, well...she must admit, she's curious if she can't get something of her own out of him, so she plays along.]

What sort of interesting things have you heard? If you do not mind answering a question of mine.

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[She's lying, he's certain of that. There certainly isn't anything to imply she's been with House Gloucester since she was a child, anyway. Still, he won't call her on it. That's not important, but it is good to know that she'll lie when it suits her to do so.

She does remain composed though, he'll give her that. It's almost like she's used to being intimidated. Her question gets him to shift a bit, resting his chin against his hand and folding his other arm beneath his elbow. There isn't any reason for him to answer the question, but it's the perfect opportunity to get into what he really wants to ask, so sure, why not.]

I've heard that not all that long ago, a servant in the service of House Gloucester was responsible for the death of one of House Vestra's men. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you?

[His gaze doesn't waver at all. There's nothing particularly threatening about the words; they're almost conversational, as if he genuinely is just asking a question and not leveling very pointed words at her head.]

[Camilla watches him shift, taking that in for a moment while she does nothing. He could very well not answer her question, but that contemplative expression...he's going to, she's sure. And then he does, and suddenly, it makes sense.

Camilla has killed more than once for her lord, of course. Lord Lorenz is too kind to order death for an enemy; that much is a fact that Camilla herself would not change for the world. It's her job, of course, to do the things that he should not have to trouble himself with. If someone should pose a true danger to him, she'll kill without hesitation.

It's why she doesn't falter at Hubert's words, because really. Why should she? There's certainly little wrong with killing a few rats.]

Now, that is an interesting rumor...I must admit, I am surprised to hear that such a thing has gone around.

[There's nothing in her tone that has risen to the very pointed accusations at her head. As far as Camilla is concerned, there's nothing wrong with what she did, and considering that it is a matter of one of his territory's men...she supposes she can see why he would ask.]

That is a rather morbid thing to ask someone...but it does sound vaguely familiar. [Camilla's smile is light, perhaps a little too light for the situation and the accusations leveled.] But do permit me a question of my own, if you will; what business would House Vestra have, to send one of it's men to House Gloucester territory...without prior announcement? Such a thing seems rather...ill advised. It could give one the impression that there are rats scurrying about where they should not be, and that would be simply tragic, wouldn't it?

[Camilla knows exactly what he's talking about. That's all too clear, really, and she sees little reason to beat around the bush. But it's something she's curious about as well, and as far as she's concerned, turning this around on him is entirely fair game. After all, the onus of blame in such a situation would be on House Vestra, after all. At least, that's how Camilla could spin it, if he decided to take issue. One must be willing to do anything to defend their liege, as far as she's concerned.]

[Hubert's expression doesn't change from the usual almost-smirk, but inwardly, he's pleased. She's certainly clever enough to keep up, and she shows no signs of backing down. She certainly could prove to be dangerous, but this is giving him plenty to work with.]

There is nothing stopping a member from one house from traveling through another's land, is there? It certainly would be a shame were one of House Vestra's men to be killed for nothing more than passing through...

[That isn't what happened, and they both know it. Still, it is vexing that one of House Vestra's men was killed just for spying. Such a thing shouldn't have happened. Once he's in charge, he will go through their spies individually. But for now...]

I do have to wonder... Could it be that one of House Gloucester's men got the wrong idea? Such a thing could be disastrous for negotiations with the Empire... and if I recall correctly, House Gloucester has been attempting to strengthen ties in recent years.

[He doesn't have the power to threaten like that, but that doesn't mean she knows it. More importantly, he wants to see what she does with that. They are technically still talking in hypotheticals, so it would be easy enough to dismiss it.]

Mmm, it certainly would be a shame, and a rather sloppy mistake at that. It would be entirely senseless violence, all because of a simple error...

[And that much is true, isn't it? Camilla does know of most dealings with House Gloucester, due to her place at Lord Lorenz's side; it's paramount that she knows what she can to better defend her liege, after all.

But Hubert's next words do see Camilla's brow raising. That is an unknown factor that she did not consider, though she certainly questions just how much of a big deal such a thing would be. Then again, Hubert is very close to the current empress-to-be; he's as much her retainer as Camilla is to Lord Lorenz. It wouldn't surprise her if he decided to tell Edelgard all about such an event, and that could certainly spell trouble.]

It's a possibility. I shall not deny such a thing. [Camilla's face rights itself, and at this point, talking in hypothetical like this isn't going to do much, as far as she's concerned.] And that would truly paint House Gloucester in a poor light...

[Camilla's expression darkens, just the slightest bit, however.]

However...such an excuse would start to hold less and less water, the closer to the Gloucester Manor said member of House Vestra's men strayed, would it not? Certainly, it's one thing to be within the territory and pass through; such a thing could happen with little fanfare. But to be outside of the manor, or within it's walls where His Grace and the young lord sleeps peacefully...

Well. One could hardly be blamed for seeing it as an act of hostility, wouldn't they? One that could potentially put many within it's walls in danger. Surely, you understand.

[...Yeah, Camilla's no longer playing quite nice.]

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[She's certainly better at this than he would have assumed. Most servants don't know how to handle any sort of political pressure and would crumble immediately. She's definitely a danger, then.]

Of course, such a thing would be simply dreadful; House Gloucester would certainly be in the right were that to be the case.

[Perhaps it was. Whether it was or not doesn't particularly matter.]

Though that would leave House Gloucester's word against House Vestra's... I wonder how that would go.

[Mmm. She doesn't like this one, she thinks. All the more, Camilla looks and studies him and looks for all the more methods to break him in two. Snapping his neck would be all the easier if she could get the drop on him, and it would be the least bloody way to go about this...

Camilla's hands unfold themselves from in front of her, and one hand gently dusts off her skirt while the other hides her mouth.]

I can't help but wonder, either. It could certainly go well, or it could go poorly, should one side choose to pursue the other...

[Camilla's smile fades behind her hand, and she renders her expression unreadable. It's certainly with purpose.]

But I would certainly hope that such a thing would never come to pass. That a situation that could have been avoided could be settled without the need for such confrontation...that those involved could settle such matters on their own.

[It's gentle. Perhaps almost kind, if one could call such a thing kind in this situation. But Camilla's eyes haven't taken themselves off of Hubert once, and she's studying every single move he makes, however little.]

Don't you agree?

[He doesn't react any to her movements, but he's just as aware of them as she is of his. They're studying each other, trying to see who will break first - if either of them reach that point in the first place. He has no intention of bringing this to violence, but that is a possibility he can't ignore. Given her build, he assumes she's a physical fighter, which would put him at a bit of a disadvantage if she manages to get in close...

Anyway, he nods slightly at her words.]

Certainly. There's little reason to get outsiders involved, particularly those who would otherwise be so busy...

Not as though anything like this would come to pass, of course. It could only be a pain for everyone involved.

[He'll back off for now then, though he makes no effort to leave just yet.]

[Camilla lets her expression lighten the slightest bit, giggling politely behind her hand as a smile comes back into view. She's certainly not at ease--she never would be, around a man from a house that has spies aplenty that she'd break in two for her lord's sake. He's a man Camilla would never bring herself to trust in any capacity.

Never the less, Camilla does let her posture ease, and her hands go to her sides quite easily.]

I feel much the same. It would be simply terrible to bother both of our lieges with something so inane...not that such a thing would ever happen, of course.

[They both know that's a lie. And yet, Camilla grasps both sides of her skirt and offers a polite curtsy towards him; it's an all too open gesture that she doesn't mean in the slightest, but there's no need to be rude or discourteous.]

If you have any further questions, I would be willing to answer what I could, Lord Hubert. [Camilla comes up, her expression gentle as possible. As if this wasn't a thinly veiled conversation accusing her of killing a man.] You are certainly are an interesting individual, after all.

As are you. I have no further questions at the moment. Thank you for your time.

[His response is practiced and the bow that follows is as well. He doesn't bow low enough to expose the back of his neck, but it's low enough to be considered proper, at least.]

I imagine we'll see more of each other in the future.

[That gets a smirk, though his tone is unchanging; either it's a joke, or a threat, with no real indication one way or another. With that, Hubert takes his leave, slipping back into the shadows easily.]

It's no trouble. Do take care.

[Camilla doesn't make to follow him out; she can wait until there's some distance established, but those last words...Camilla waits a little bit, though her look darkens immediately once she hears his footsteps fade off, waiting and waiting until she can't hear them...]

I do so hope you won't make the mistake of threatening my lord, however. It would simply be a shame to break you in two.

[And once that is said, she'll gladly take her own leave back to her room.]

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