Drystan returned the bow in courtesy, as he stepped in the door and just then noticed the silky shine of a white snake around his neck. He had not greeted them! "Ah You would be correct! I have no others looking to fill the position, you, and your friend might I add, are in the right place! Greetings to Baihe are due as well, forgive me.” He smiled and nodded to the snake and then turned to hear Hector in the living room. He took a few steps inward after closing the doors behind Lance and Baihe and looked towards Hec. "You're no bother, just let me ask the questions as his salary will be coming from our coffers, hm?" He laughed a bit and wandered in that direction, allowing Lance to remove his coat if he wished and to come join him in the living room with the other man. "Could I get you something to drink Mr Song? Wine, spirits, juices, ....water...if that's your thing..."
Lance approaches the Windgrace Manor with a slip of paper carefully held between his fingers. This note details the proper address and personage of whom he is expected to meet. Once satisfied with the fact that he is in fact at the correct place, he ascends up the stone steps and reaches out with a gloved hand to knock upon the Manor's front door.
Hector was dozing in the parlor. He had his knees up, his arms wrapped around them and head done. He breathed slowly and evenly. He'd been doing a lot of stocking, filling orders and otherwise just everything necessary to run a store, catching up on orders that had fallen weeks behind due to the previous owner of the Apothecary leaving abruptly. He was happy, just regular, kind of exhausted. He'd come over and the servants made him snacks and tea. He sat down to wait and visit and dozed off. The sound of someone knocking on the door made his eyes flutter slightly and his nose wiggle. He made a slight noise, hugging at his knees tighter as he stirred, but as it was not his house, he wasn't jumping up to answer the door just yet.
Drystan Windgrace had been sitting chatting with Hector in front of the warm fire and heard the knock at the front door, "Oh! That would likely be him now! Pardon me,..." He stood up and made sure his tie was straight and he wasn't a ruffled mess, as he walked to the door and pulled it open wide, greeting the man on the other side, "Hello, Well met! You must be Mr. Song? I'm Drystan Windgrace, please do - come inside, make yourself comfortable!" He smiled wide and welcoming opening a hand to guide the way indoors. "If you'd like to place your coat in (the imaginary and totally not seen) Coat closet, and join us! I hope you don't mind, A friend of mine has stopped in for a while, our Local Apothecary!" He spoke and spoke, trying to use words! and not just grumble mumble everything. Perhaps, he was kindaaaaa overdoing it.
Lance steps in as bidden, though is unable to stop his eyes from making a quick appraisal of the manor itself before he pays attention to its owner. The covered painting behind him. The piano in the other room. What appears to be an automated harp, and a model of the stars. An infrared glow from the other room tells him that that's where the apothecary is staying, for the moment at least. Finally, Drystan.
Lance brings his right hand over his chest, and offers a small bow to the man - no more than 10° or so, from the waist. His head comes down as well, serving to make it seem deeper than it actually is. "Ser Windgrace," Lance says, "A pleasure to finally meet you. As you have surmised, I am Lance Song, here to apply for the position of servant here. Am I correct in assuming that no one else here fills such a position as of yet?"
Drystan returned the bow in courtesy, as he stepped in the door and just then noticed the silky shine of a white snake around his neck. He had not greeted them! "Ah You would be correct! I have no others looking to fill the position, you, and your friend might I add, are in the right place! Greetings to Baihe are due as well, forgive me.” He smiled and nodded to the snake and then turned to hear Hector in the living room. He took a few steps inward after closing the doors behind Lance and Baihe and looked towards Hec. "You're no bother, just let me ask the questions as his salary will be coming from our coffers, hm?" He laughed a bit and wandered in that direction, allowing Lance to remove his coat if he wished and to come join him in the living room with the other man. "Could I get you something to drink Mr Song? WIne, spirits, juices, ....water...if that's your thing..."
Lance follows Drystan in, trailing only a few paces behind the lord of the house. Greetings to Baihe are received, though Lance declines to pass on whatever return greeting she may have.
"A simple tea, sir, if anything," Lance replies, "Though I am far from thirsty, I assure. Before coming over here, I have had a rather healthy meal and drink."
Hector is given an... odd look, which does not get followed up on aside from the reality that Lance does not end up standing too close to him. Instead, Lance offers another small bow of his head to the Apothecary, "Ser Apothecary. A pleasure to make your acquaintance as a friend of Ser Windgrace."
Hector puts his feet down and pushes himself to stand. He stretches for a moment and then walks over toward Drystan as he leads Song further in, asking him if he wanted anything to drink. An arm snaked (pun intended) around Drystan's waist and gave a warm and affectionate squeeze. He leaned in and nuzzled Drystan's neck and then dragged his nose up softly against his scruffy chin to peck a quick kiss to his cheek. "Here, allow me to get drinks and snacks. If Mister Song and his beautiful companion wish to work under this roof, there are certain things he needs to understand and be comfortable with, aye?" He grinned and winked strange white and black eyes. "Like the fact that I like to cook for you and make tea." And with that, he nodded to Lance and went to the kitchen to make tea for all of them.
Drystan Windgrace smiled and accepted the affection, and as Hec made his way into the kitchen, he gave a tight smile. "Mr. Hector Graham, Apothecary, witch, and as I said, a ..close.. friend. " He turned and walked over to a chair and had a seat, offering the entire couch to the gentleman. "Good to hear! Such good food on the island, I do have to say. I'm experimenting slowly with Japanese cuisine, though its a slow road. They eat so much fish.." He sort of mumbled it a bit as he eased into the chair. "I am so glad to have caught you on the Aethernet, It just struck me as wonderful timing in my need and yours. To employ and to be employed.."
Lance follows into the sitting room, and sits down when bidden. Drystan's mumbling is accepted - Truthfully, Lance could hear just as well regardless. When a pause forms in the conversation, Lance is only too happy to fill it with a response of his own.
"Quite so," he says, "And I am thankful to you as well for the opportunity. Despite the curse upon my flesh, I promise that I will do my best to render service unto you as any other... Nay, better than, even. After all, it would be a shame if I could only pass as a common servant in order to make up for my shortcomings."
"You have an impressive resume," Drystan relaxed into the chair as best as possible, folding his hands in front of him. "..and I am curious of course of these as you say, shortcomings, but you will learn this household, and myself and my siblings are a quite, ...welcoming and open sort of people. We ...each have our pasts, and things that carry with us even now, but it helps make us who we are, and we celebrate those differences, and how they can work in synergy with others." He cleared his throat some. "To be as honest and open as I can be with you, which I would expect the same in return, no one in my family is quite altogether ‘normal’. This is why I mentioned you'd have no issue with any of us, as all three of us have regenerative capabilities, Dinah, strongest of all of us, I am growing stronger and quicker by the day, and Dorian is pretty fast healing himself." He paused and let that bit sink in a little while he watched the man and his snake sit across from him.
Lance reaches forwards to take a cup of tea, if one is partitioned out and waiting for him. If not, then it would be rude to presume, and so he won't. Either way, he remains still in order to listen to Drystan's explanation of the various countermeasures that are in place against his toxin.
"In which case," Lance says, "I suppose it would be best so as to explain the extent to which this... 'curse' of mine extends." For this, Lance doffs the glove on his left hand, in order to display the pristine flesh underneath. "To touch my flesh is to come into contact with a poison which assaults the senses, dulling them to a point of being unable to feel. I have no doubt that this might affect other senses, such as taste, or in cases of prolonged contact, even inhibit motility."
Baihe now slips from his shoulders and down one arm, where she poises her head above the man's hand, as if about to strike and draw blood.
"My blood is a deadly drought, though potency decreases depending on where from my flesh it is taken. Still, I would not suggest you not drink of it. For my part, I am wholly garbed as such. Furthermore, whilst preparing food, you have my word that the utmost precautions will be taken to prevent any injury on my part. In fact, I have not suffered a nick or scrape since the earliest of my days as a manservant."
Hector served Drystan first. He would always serve Drystan first, save for only if Dinah was in their presence, and then she went first, followed swiftly by her eldest brother. Hector cursed like a sailor and didn't have much cause to act prim and proper, but his true essence of respect was reflected in how he treated others. Once Drystan had his tea he would turn to hand Lance his cup, carefully into waiting hands. Hector didn't touch Lance at all in the exchange. He did hear something about cursed flesh from the next room. Might have meant nothing to the siblings, but he was still -mostly- human. He moved to sit down, taking his own teacup and silently sitting. He wiggled down in his chair, looking altogether quite cozy in his oversized sweater that crawled up to his palms, and was immediately met with a warm cup of tea. He quietly listened to the tale of Song's curse and being unable to hold his tongue, his nose curled up and he blurted out. "How does one end up being cursed with THAT?? Did you have sex with Zeus?"
Drystan Windgrace pursed his lips together and nodded while listening. It was quite fascinating what this young man had, his curse or affliction, he saw it as neither, but he wasn't the one living in Lance's skin either. He took the cup of tea gently with a small thank you, and sipped at it, and grinned and then went drop faced, turning to look at Hector, silently. Just his cup lifted to take another drink frozen in place, his mouth agape. "Ahh..." He wasn't sure what the fuck to say to that. So, he did what any good Brit would do. He stiffened his upper lip, and simply sipped his tea. SLOWLY.
Lance blinks as Hector responds with that, and seems about to respond.... Before he doesn't. Instead, the man's eyes lose focus and he cants his head slightly to the left - towards Baihe, as if listening.
"Though Divine comparison is flattering in nature," Lance says slowly, repeating, "An intercession must be made in order to preserve one's dignity." Perhaps Hector would notice that, all of a sudden, Baihe has her head aimed towards him. "What is called a curse is but a symptom of the serpent's stigmata. Bound to toxin, the serpent and substance become entwined and inseparable until ultimately they are one. Thus, our new flesh strays ever closer to the pinnacle of lethality."
Hector is definitely a sassy gay American. Most of the time he was just this mysterious guy in a corner, so dark and mysterious and then put that with his persona from the Cabaret, chopping people's heads off and singing about demons...He was likely seen as this scythe swinging bad ass misogynist. Nope. This was the REAL Hector. After a moment of being shocked by the scope of the Curse both as a gay man and a Witch, then it occurred to him..."OH! Gosh I'm so sorry. You said "let you ask the questions." He winced and ducked down. "Sorry Love." He made a motion like zipping his lips and fell silent, looking down into his cup as if to mind his own business and be seen and not heard. And then Lance decided to go on about how /actually/ he's 'becoming one' with a snake spirit. Hector's eyes go kind of wide and his lips purse tightly together. He stares down into his teacup and he's obviously biting his tongue. Hard. He merely stares into that teacup, and nods slowly. "Mmm."
Drystan Windgrace listens to, as he observes Lance's mannerisms, an interpretation from Baihe. He actually chuckled a bit at himself and lifted a brow at Hector as he hushed himself. "I ...believe I understand. And, perhaps given some time, and getting to know one another, we can discuss how things came to be, our...origin stories as it were?" He lifted the cup and took a sip. "Mmm... good tea." Leaning forward he set the cup on the small table between all three. "May I ask, you say you are covered, ...so as to not allow an accidental brush with someone or something I'd assume. While myself and my siblings have no worries over this, We do have other ...people, about. Dinah has a lady in..ahm..a servant..." Terminology changes so damn OFTEN Drystan sometimes forgets what things are actually called these days. " ...and she caters to Dinah's needs in particular, her hair, dressing, whatever she may need." He cleared his throat and ticked off the list of living beings in the home on a regular basis: The cook, the courier, the dog and her three pups, an octopus even! "And then..there's Delilah. She is...an adopted sister, and happens to be a werewolf. She goes out for long trips into The Wilds so that she can feel more free but she may fall under your purview, simply with washings or any needs she may have where then you can direct the courier or have things sent here to the manse.." He was trying to not be boring, but how could it be boring when describing your crazy family and household?
Lance does not seem to be bored by Drystan's list, even if the man himself finds it so. After all, what Drystan is listing out is a number of Lance's possible responsibilities. After all, a Butler is the /head/ servant. Responsible for managing the affairs of the servantry and making sure that the estate is well cared for in order to keep the lord of the house as free as possible for his own pursuits.
"The octopus may be a problem if it is overly touchy," Lance remarks, "And... In terms of the others, I will allow them to bring it up if it is something that they are uncomfortable with. Furthermore, I am not averse to changing the gloves or outfit I am wearing in order to appear less conspicuous. My current clothes are merely what I wear for my everyday busygoings, and these gloves are... For cold weather. However, I decided that I didn't have the time to purchase something easier to look at. I apologize."
Hector settled down and stopped, putting himself in horny jail mentally for a bit. The tea was warm and just sweet enough. It was fragrant and started to lull him again. It was a warm room, the chair comfy and Drystan's voice coupled with being just close enough to smell him started to make Hector feel drowsy again. He reached up absently with his right hand and gripped the sparkling bauble that dangled about his throat. It gave off faint light, almost a sparkle light as if the crystal were filled with jolts of lightning from time to time. Each time the little spark appeared as he gripped it, the most serene and pleased smile would come to his face. Those odd eyes looked a million miles away and he merely sat there, listening but also technically in another time and place as he let his mind rest measuring herbs and packaging powders.
Drystan Windgrace frowned and waved his hand, "No...no need to apologize. You aren't being judged on your fashion choices, though I admit the three of us are sort of snobbish when it comes to what 'we' like. You see, I am soon to be CEO of Windgrace Holdings, as my father has passed. That means the entirety of the company, ....all over the world. Our ships sail most everywhere, and a great deal of what is done is imports to the island, and entirely, on the mining side and the shipment side of Aetherite to Britain, and thus, the wider world. So, one may say, ....we get what we want. Almost always. With that being said, you would also have access to have items imported, should you need. Wardrobe choices, things of that matter, though I hear we have a lovely tailor here on the island that may be of service to you as well." His eyes drifted towards the fire for a moment.
"OH! I forgot the rabbits!!" He slapped his leg. "Dorian has kept rabbits his whole life, and he has a prize few that have taken up a hutch in the greenhouse and about the gardens. So be aware of them....and...in particular a small little black bunny. He acts a bit different than the others, but he's Dinah's favorite. His name is Hunter. Be kind to Hunter." Yes, this CEO is warning his potential butler to be nice to the little black bunny. For all their sake. "Hmm.. My Chambers are off limits to the entire house, other than my siblings, ...though they know well enough to at least knock before barging in usually. I take care of my own space....I am a painter you see, so somethings, things need to be ...just so?" He wondered if that made any sense at all to the man. "I set my items to be laundered out as well as trays for food and such. Has always been a good system in the past."
Lance nods with each item, filing everything away in his memory for careful perusal later. Rich, Tailor, Rabbit, Painter.... All these things are rather simple. Baihe might urge him to prey upon the beasts at some point, but so long as he remained human he would have the ability to restrain himself from gorging himself. One hoped that once his flesh had completely abandoned his mortality, he would continue to retain this quality.
"Your room will get dusty," Lance points out, "Are you sure that you want to be the one to take care of that yourself?" he asks. "As for my fashion... Or lack thereof, I am happy to wear whatever uniform you have drawn up for me... Though I must insist that you refrain from asking that my hair be cut. This alone, I shall not compromise on."
Hector was in and out of the conversation as he enjoyed the effects of the necklace that had been gifted to him by Drystan. He had never been one to really put much stock in worldly possessions but it was arguably the most precious thing he owned. If there was a fire and he could only save one item of all his belongings, he would take that necklace above even a pair of pants in the dead of Winter. He'd warm his bare ass from the dying flames of his own and business, but it would devastate him to lose that necklace. He grinned in an almost wicked way when Drystan spoke of being the CEO of Windgrace Holdings. There came an almost purring sound from him, but it quickly died away to silence one more. He sipped at his tea, only nodding here and there about the rabbits and what to do and what not to do. Though when Drystan mentioned not entering his room, he cleared his throat just a bit. The siblings didn't barge in, though allowed, and though he wouldn't barge in either...he just wanted to make sure that it was noted that YES, he would in fact enter Drystan's room and he wasn't going to go through the Butler first. He might have last week, but not today. It passed quickly and he piped up.
"Oh yes, Kyuu. He's...ill, at the moment. But I know him personally. He designs and makes all my clothing. He could probably even make something enchanted for you that would cover you and your curse but not have to be...smothering, if that makes sense." He reached up and drew down the big puffy neck of his shirt, showing a gilded locked collar beneath. "This enchanted collar hides certain...attributes of myself that I'm still learning how to hide on my own." Adjusts his shirt back and goes back to sipping before smirking and lifting the hat from his own head to show he too had long silken black hair. "I don't think you'd have to worry about this Lord Master wanting your hair cut." Wink wonk.
Drystan Windgrace let a smile wash over him. "You do not have to wear a uniform, nor would I ever ask you to change anything about yourself. You came as you are. Nothing less, nothing more. I'm hiring you, ....you, Mr. Song. You will always have your autonomy under this roof and as an employee of Windgrace Holdings." His tone was light, but there was emphasis behind it. He leaned his head toward Hector. "He gets to go in there when he's over, just as a note, and as far as dust?" He exhaled long and low and while he didn't need the hand gesture, he made it anyhow, to help explain that what was about to happen was being caused by Drystan himself, not just a draft in the house. He willed a gentle fluttering of air to brush past Lance, and then as he lifted a finger, the teapot in the middle of the table raised itself up and poured more of the simply delightful tea Hec had prepared into his own cup, the steam making little swirls in the air. "Let's just say I can handle a bit of dust."
Lance blinks as Drystan commands the elements about him. That sparks a look of concern in Lance's eyes, and Baihe (who had long since returned to Lance's shoulders) looks up from her perch in the man's hair.
There is a moment of silence.
"If I may," Lance begins, and then clears his throat, "You have no idea just how unsettling that is. There's usually...." The man tries to gesture with his hands, as if to somehow pantomime the unique sensations that his fusion with the serpent has gifted him, "There's like... A bright reddish, and..."
Drystan Windgrace lowers his head and the teapot settles back into its place. "My goodness, I ....I am sorry. I simply wished to show, rather than try and explain. It seems you have more of a connection to Baihe than I originally thought. Please, excuse my lack of concern, I should know better than to take shortcuts." He chided himself, his braid swirling and locking up boxes deep inside and he would not make show of that ability around Lance if he could help it.
Hector smiled wide when Drystan confirmed that he was allowed in the eldest's room. He nodded as in thanks and then blew the other a kiss before closing his eyes to finish his tea. He was quietly holding his now empty cup as Drystan displayed his mental prowess. Hector smirked and then teasingly rolled his eyes. "Don't let him fool you. He doesn't clean his room well at all. But that's ok. I won't let him be cruel to himself." Then Lance says that Drystan's abilities are 'unsettling.' His face goes blank, tilting his head down to look at Lance over his glasses. "Unsettling? Dearest Mister Song, if you find THAT disturbing...maybe these interactions should be reconsidered. The Windgraces are absolutely beautiful. Their prowess splendid, brilliant, awe inspiring. Words like 'Disturbing' should be left for people like me." He didn't elaborate, but instead leaned forward and poured himself another cup of tea. Reaching over to pat Drystan's knee.
Lance blinks once and then the weight of what he had said hits him. Hector is right, what he said was altogether, entirely rude. He clears his throat once, and quite quickly composes himself.
"I apologize," he says, "I lost track of my self, rest assured it will not happen again... What I meant to say was... I is something that I am wholly unused to as of yet. Pray forgive my impertinence. I hope that with time, I will become more accustomed to displays of power... After all, it would hardly become a butler to be set ill at ease by his own lord's strength. If anything, I should feel reassured by it."
Once again, Lance tilts his head, and this time introduces Baihe as she speaks, "Baihe says... Natural and magical phenomena are rarely congruent in the way they interact with the world. After all, were they to be identical there would be no need for distinction."
Drystan Windgrace shot a glance at Hector as he went wild on his defense of his demonstration and of him, his family. His eyes squinted just a touch, and something inside him sort of twisted up, but then Lance was saying sorry, ...and..if Drystan were to have said nothing at all right now, that likely was the best for it. Whatever it was. Despite this self mantra of choosing to be quiet rather than to blunder words, he reached forward and took the teacup and took a long sip from it, contemplating. This is fine. Finally he said "I agree, Baihe. And all is forgiven. Just know that the Windgraces are ...unique, and each of us has our own talents. None of them would ever put you or Baihe into any danger, in fact you are safer under this roof beside us than you are on likely most of the island, including what's above." He thought for a few moments. "Do you have any questions for me? Or about the house, or ..anything really. I am happy to answer."
Hector purses his lips as he sits back with a fresh cup of tea and a satisfied look. If someone said he was disgusting or disturbing with the things he did...he just accepted that. He was a Necromancer and could make skeletons walk around. That was not 'nice.' Try to tell him that Drystan wasn't anything other than absolutely beautiful...even when he was eyeless and bleeding, Hector would have none of it. He sipped quietly, returning to his vague attempt at being a fly upon the wall instead of his sassy ass. It didn't last long, he quickly interjected off-handedly. "Could always seek higher magical education at the Academy. I'm a Professor there. I adore discussing nature and magic." Then he looked towards Drystan. He stared at him for a moment and then lowered his head, giving him a soft and truly 'submissive' sort of look. It was an apology, but also acceptance that for the moment, he was going to ACTUALLY shut the Hell up and pretend he was Drystan's period piece wife.
Lance takes a moment to think over what questions still remain to him, now that Drystan seems to have given him the rundown of the estate's affairs. However, what remains in his mind is that he has yet to have been officially hired on. Thus, this is in itself another part of the assessment process. His answer must demonstrate an understanding of not just the estate, but also for its needs and how he can tend to them.
"Firstly," Lance asks, "Will I be given a floor plan of the house? You mentioned earlier that your room is not to be entered, but I of course have no idea which room exactly is forbidden to me. It would also help me memorize where each member of the household is at a given interval, in case I have need to deliver something to them."
"Secondly, at what hour would you have me arrive each day? Ser Graham mentioned that he likes to cook for you, but I do not know if he is here to serve breakfast, lunch, and dinner for the rest of the family as well. If you would like me to be present to plan out the day's courses with the chefs, then I will have to arrive early."
There's a moment, as Lance considers adding a third, but he clears his throat, "I suppose if I were to add any more, it would become a conference regarding your exact expectations for my responsibilities and day to day goings in regards to the estate.”
Drystan Windgrace thinks for a moment. He would have to doctor the floor plans, or just draw up new ones that would exclude the Ritual Room, so that would be easy enough, "Ah yes, I think I could get you a set of floor plans, that shouldn't be an issue, or, I can draw them out for you." Nothing odd about that. He then went on in detail about when to arrive, that the cook arrives at such and such time and other details, which including rattling off the entirely awkwardly handsome pay and benefits package he would get, and even a stipend to help pay for a place to stay in Callisto should he want an apartment to himself. He explained that anything he needed at the Apothecary as far as medical concerns, he was to put that on the Windgrace tab. At long last he let out a breath and smiled some, "So, I formally ask you to work for Windgrace Holdings, specifically under me, for the needs of this house and its inhabitants. What say you?"
Hector despite all the conversation going on, he does, indeed, stay silent this time. He keeps his face passive and his eyes down. There is a certain posture to it that at first seems completely normal, but then after a while begins to take on a certain flavor. Hector licks his lips incredibly slowly, lightly letting the tip of his tongue play with one of his sparkling silver piercings. His eyes are barely open and he breathes slowly and evenly. He lifts his eyes just enough to look toward each of them one and then the other. The look is coy, submissive in a near 'immoral' fashion. He remains sitting quietly like that as the two discuss the particulars of the job. And as the tea gets cold, he leans forward and gathers up the empties. He takes the teacups and now cold pot back to the kitchen and there are light sounds of quiet cleaning in the next room.
Lance brings a hand over his chest, "I would be honored to accept," he says, "As Lance Song, and Baihe, and whatever you might call the fusion of us two... It would be my honor to serve under you, Lord Windgrace."
Drystan Windgrace watches Hector take away the cups and then stands, moving over to stand closer to them. "Then it's my great hope we will enjoy this fortuitous venture. I'll make everyone well aware of your hiring and presence, and that you will be included in the safe warding of this house. Any paperwork I will have drawn up and If you'd begin this start of the new week, I'd be most pleased, and have that ready for signatory purpose thereupon." He moved as if to give the man a hand shake, but seeing as Lance had his glove back on, he went for it. He offered him his open hand to shake on the whole affair and then would see him out to enjoy their evening, man and snake both.
Lance accepts the handshake, and as he stands up looks to Hector as if to offer him one as well. However, seeing that the behatted fellow is still tending teastuffs, he instead offers a bow in way of farewell instead.
"It's been a pleasure meeting the both of you," he says.
Hector leaned towards Drystan slightly as he stood up to be closer to him. However, he kept his head down and stayed silent, still working on the dishes. Soon he was wiping his hands on a dish towel and moved to return to the room, putting a hand upon his hip as he watched Drystan see Lance out. He sucked in a deep breath and let it out slowly, giving the eldest Windgrace a smile. "Well that went well, hmm?"
Drystan Windgrace closes the door behind Lance and walks back over to the living room, with a sassy Hector in it. He held his chin up and just let out a long breath. "Yes...it went very well." He just shook his head and walked up to him and put a hand on his stomach and placed a kiss on his cheek. While there, he speaks in a much softer tone, "And you can stop peacocking around now as well. I need my bed, and I need you in it as well." He lifted an eyebrow and let his hand fall away as he strode off towards the stairs.