AN: Okay, so I decided to continue Charm... :) I couldn't resist!!

This chapter is short but there will be another written- this one is more interaction while the others will be more action :D

Hope you enjoy!

Neal, spinning a graceful Yuki around, looked over only to see his favourite cousin with an almost purple face.

This could be fun, he mused. Whatever was wrong with Dom, it would surely be to his advantage to find out and have some fun with.

He winked at Yuki and nodded his head, in what he thought was a discreet way, towards Dom. Yuki subtly turned her head and saw the same sight that Neal did: an oddly coloured Dom, staring at the main door with a furious expression on his face.

As the song ended, Neal let go of Yuki lightly. "I'll be back," he muttered, a mischevious grin lighting up his face.

Neal strolled noncholantly over to Dom, forcing the corners of his mouth back down into a serious expression.

"Cousin, what's wrong?" he cried dramatically. Dom was in too much of a state to recognise Neal's usual theatretics, and so he actually answered.

"Kel's wearing a thingimy!" Dom pointed towards his neck, his blue eyes wild.

"A 'thingimy'?" Neal repeated dubiously, wondering just how much his cousin had drunk.

"A... a..." struggling for words, Dom finally remembered what Kel had called it. "An charm to ward off pregnancy!"

This time, Neal let an amused, wicked grin visibly spread across his face. The fact that Kel might have done that with someone simply didn't shock- or perhaps upset, Neal thought with interest- him as much as it did his cousin. Besides, Kel and Cleon- of course. They had been... together... for some time- he didn't know whether they had gone all the way, but Dom was so agitated; the opportunity was just too good...

"Honestly, my dear Domitan," said Neal loftily, his face superior. "Did you actually think that she hadn't had... that... with anyone?"

"She HAS?!" Dom's face shifted from purple to white; Neal watched the change with avid interest. "WHO WITH?!"

His voice was so loud that several people around turned curiously- Dom, facing the other way, didn't notice, and so Neal jerked his head minutely towards the drinks table- the people nodded understandingly.

Neal waited until they had all turned back around before answering.

"Oh, you know," he shrugged. "Kennan, probably. She might have with someone else, I don't really know. But did you actually think that she hadn't?"

He didn't exactly hear Dom's reply, all he heard was several unwholesome words being muttered under Dom's breath.

So, Neal thought with satisfaction. Dom... doesn't like that Kel might have done THAT with someone. What a source of entertainment!

He decided to goad Dom further.

"I heard last week that she was courting that knight fellow... Erm, what was his name again? Perhaps..." Neal seized the first name that came to mind. "Sir Quentin? No... that wasn't it... Oh dear, I just can't remember..."

"She's COURTING someone?" Dom hissed, scowling. "Remember the name now, Meathead! If he hurts her!"

This was fascinating.

Neal put an expression of extreme thoughtfulness onto his face. "... No, I can't remember. You could just ask her, you know."

His cousin's face turned slightly red. "No. No, I couldn't do that."

Pretending not to hear, Neal continued.

"Hmmm... And why are we so curious, I wonder? Why so angry? Could little Princess Domitan have a crush on darling Keladry?"

Blue eyes glared daggers onto his face. "Shut up, Nealan."

Neal's grin basically reached his ears. "Ah. He does!"

"Neal," Dom's tone was deadly. "Shut. Up. Now."

Neal giggled in a girlish way, covering his hand with his mouth. "Threats! Threats! Are you going to tell her, Dommy dear?"

"I don't like her!" his face was still very, very red. "I don't!"

"Of course not," Neal smirked. "And I don't like roast beef. That's a lie, and you know it. You're jealous."

Dom buried his face in his hands. "I'm not lying!" his voice came out muffled, but it reminded Neal distinctly of the time, many years ago, when he had stolen Dom's stuffed bear and hung it off the balcony- "Uncle Baird, Neal stole my teddy!" grumbled a sulking, furious, younger Dom.

"Yes, you are," replied Neal in a patient tone, trying not to snigger at the memory. "You. Like. Kel."

Lifting his face, Dom glanced around for nearby eavesdroppers. "Shut up! Someone might hear you!"

A smirk spread across Neal's face at this confirmation. "There, now, that wasn't so hard, was it? Now you just have to go tell her!"

Dom, by now thoroughly defeated, sighed loudly. "She'd kill me."

Neal, suddenly seeing possible blackmailing potential in this little secret, agreed with his cousin absent-mindedly. "She would, you're right."

So caught up in his own plans, Neal didn't notice Dom's shoulders slump ever so slightly at his words.

An hour later, Neal, having convinced Dom to go and brood in his rooms, approached a slightly drunken Wolset.

"Sir Nealan!" Wolset roared enthusiastically. "How goes it for you!"

Neal grinned at Wolset, his plan coming together perfectly. "Excellent, Wolset. Just excellent."

Wolset raised a questing eyebrow at this statement as Yukimi, talking avidly, drew his lady away from where Wolset and Neal were standing.

"That good, eh?" Wolset asked. "I saw you talkin' to the sarg. He looked kinda..."

"Enraged?" Neal suggested brightly. "Furious? Horrified? Ballistic?"

"Erm... yes," agreed Wolset uncertainly.

"Well," Neal leaned in towards Wolset in a secretive manner. "I found out a little secret about our darling sergeant Domitan tonight."

"Oh?" said Wolset, his attention captured and held. "Care to share?"

"Domitan," Neal checked whether Wolset was following. "Likes Keladry."

Wolset's mouth hung slightly open; his eyebrows pulled together with confusion. "Keladry?"

"You know," replied Neal, with a touch of impatience. "Of Mindelan. Lady Knight. Lord Raoul's ex-squire. Rode with your c-"

"I know who you mean," Wolset interrupted. "But... Dom likes Kel?"

Neal nodded, his smile full. "That's right."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course I'm sure! Knight's honour!"

An evil grin spread across Wolset's face. "What are we going to do about it?"