*when Kitty comes across her, she stiffens a little, remembering their last meeting. then she curtsies politely, deciding there is little else to do.* Evening, ma'am.

*Morgan smiles slightly at her because, even if her reasons for kissing Kitty weren't exactly out of lust at the time, she is a pretty girl* Hello - Kitty, isn't it?

Yes, it is. I hope I'm not interrupting anything?

Oh, no. In fact, I was quite bored. How have you been since I saw you last?

Well enough. *she shrugs* A little bored. There isn't much for me to do here.

*because she likes making people uncomfortable, she says, with a smile that makes what she is implying quite clear* I'm sure I could find something to occupy you...

*Kitty blushes rather fiercely, looking at the floor* Ma'am, I'm not --

Somehow, I have difficulty believing that. But even if you're not, there's no harm in experimentation.

It isn't right.

Why not?

Because it just isn't, all right? *does not, in fact, have a good reason*

And I could say that my brother's existence just isn't right, but that wouldn't convince anyone of that, either.

I should think the two are very different, ma'am.

Well, of course. My example is true, and yours is not.

There are enough people who'd argue with that.

*dryly* There are idiots in every era.

*sharply* Yes, well, I've got to live with them and entertain them and I can't do that if they hate me. *and ohh, dear, that was rather too close to an admission for her comfort*

*smiles with the satisfaction of one who knows that she has one the battle* There are ways to get around everyone's hatred. And besides, you're not there anymore. You're here now, and I hardly think these people are going to judge you.

No, but if word ever got back to London . . .

It doesn't matter. You live here now.

I might not always. And I haven't got a career here.