“ah its Mr. Jameson not sir. I have neither the family backing or the title for that.” Jameson said as he looked about the room a bit more. It was odd to him to be tittered at. Most of the women he knew that laughed at him really laughed. The breed of woman that Lilly was, was quite different then he was used to. “and if it would not be much of an inconvenience a wooden chair or stool would be much better. It would be less likely to absorb the smells of my clothes.” He blushed slightly at Logan’s complaint at his smell.

“I am sorry, I would have changed but you did seem to want to see me as soon as I could come.” Tucking his hands behind he back he tried not to fidget. It was a bad habit when he was nervous, and being here made him extremely so. The sound of a second voice he had thought he had heard earlier in Logan now seemed like a bad memory. Maybe it was the lack of sleep that had played tricks on his brain.