Octavian.
Octavian grabbed his phone as it rang and opened it.
"Ok...who's calling me?"
He watched a photo form on the screen and laughed. As more photos kept appearing, he laughed harder. Mordred was going to be very pissed. He wondered if the other guy knew Gwen was sending him these rather...compromising photographs?
He actually rather hoped Mordred did.
Naked, naked, naked...oh, dog collar. Nice. Naked, whipmarks. Bad Gwen. Very bad Gwen.
He snickered to himself and saved the photos to memory on his computer. He always was in need of blackmail material.