03.Jun.14, 12:55 AM
The unexpected toss that was also poorly aimed somehow still managed to land in his lap with a hand reaching out to make sure it stayed there and wasn’t about to spill all over him. Instead of cursing the man out or even glaring at him for such a move, Gabrin raised a brow, waiting for the explanation to go with the gesture. He laughed when the slurred reason came and uncorked the wine skin. “No one wonder you want to drown your sorrows as much as you have.” Serraquil wasn’t exactly hideous but she did seem to have a screw or two loose and Gabrin had no interest in bedding that woman.
Then again, his wife didn’t rank high on his list of favourite bed partners either. Tanriel was a means to an end. She helped please his family by marrying like a proper lordling and she ensured he was able to further pester Khoemi whenever he wanted and his idiot wife unwittingly encouraged it regularly with dinner parties. When Khoemi mentioned the gender of the unborn child, Gabrin did feel a twitch in an eyebrow. It wasn’t exactly a low blow but it wasn’t easy to let that slide by either. His wife had so graciously gifted him with a daughter thus far and Gabrin hoped the next would be a son and therefore his heir. It would please them both and give him more of an excuse to not visit her bed as regularly. It would make life so much easier and more pleasurable again!
A swig of wine was given before Gabrin held it up in a mock salute. “Here’s to knocking her up again and hopefully detaining her more regularly so Tanriel will tend to her.” Now that was something he could cheer to. Another swig was taken and Gabrin was on his feet to crowd Khoemi against the wall that seemed to be supporting him far too much. A hand was placed against the wall near Khoemi’s head and Gabrin cocked his own to the side, “so, how shall we celebrate your potential spare heir, Emmy?”
Then again, his wife didn’t rank high on his list of favourite bed partners either. Tanriel was a means to an end. She helped please his family by marrying like a proper lordling and she ensured he was able to further pester Khoemi whenever he wanted and his idiot wife unwittingly encouraged it regularly with dinner parties. When Khoemi mentioned the gender of the unborn child, Gabrin did feel a twitch in an eyebrow. It wasn’t exactly a low blow but it wasn’t easy to let that slide by either. His wife had so graciously gifted him with a daughter thus far and Gabrin hoped the next would be a son and therefore his heir. It would please them both and give him more of an excuse to not visit her bed as regularly. It would make life so much easier and more pleasurable again!
A swig of wine was given before Gabrin held it up in a mock salute. “Here’s to knocking her up again and hopefully detaining her more regularly so Tanriel will tend to her.” Now that was something he could cheer to. Another swig was taken and Gabrin was on his feet to crowd Khoemi against the wall that seemed to be supporting him far too much. A hand was placed against the wall near Khoemi’s head and Gabrin cocked his own to the side, “so, how shall we celebrate your potential spare heir, Emmy?”