Jealous, she says! My dear wife? How on earth would I be jealous? [He thinks of biting her hand just to leave a bit of a point, but he's already risen and a true gentleman loses his opportunity for teeth when he no longer has the maiden's hand -- and she's fully dressed still.
He huffs at the mention of his own forceful removal. (It's not as if he thinks of it often or anything.)]
Ikorr's sap, you said? [He's already sliding into a chair, the invitation accepted without pause, after he's pulled Geralt in to join them.] Your gift from our delegations? If it is something from Nocwich, I would not be so surprised. We received trade from the Lunae as well, and it is an ore with a surprising innate magic. [He pushes his glass forward.] Be heavy-handed, dear wife, and I'll reimburse you if I must. We sorely need good drink and better company. [He gives a meaningful glance to Geralt.] Don't escape quite yet.
skipping with permission!
He huffs at the mention of his own forceful removal. (It's not as if he thinks of it often or anything.)]
Ikorr's sap, you said? [He's already sliding into a chair, the invitation accepted without pause, after he's pulled Geralt in to join them.] Your gift from our delegations? If it is something from Nocwich, I would not be so surprised. We received trade from the Lunae as well, and it is an ore with a surprising innate magic. [He pushes his glass forward.] Be heavy-handed, dear wife, and I'll reimburse you if I must. We sorely need good drink and better company. [He gives a meaningful glance to Geralt.] Don't escape quite yet.