Post by Deleted on Oct 24, 2015 6:44:51 GMT -5
One down, one to go. With Charlotte agreeing to leave, he felt the conversation to persuade Tamara would go easier. His cousin pushed her tankard away and rose to lean against the bar as she returned the barbed comment towards him. Of course, Matthew found himself still grinning. He did not think himself an overfed or hoity nobleman. Yes, he had a golden tongue and was most useful at court, but Matthew liked to travel far too much to settle down and breed a hoard of wet children to be nursed and to scream through the night.
If the conversation were ever to come up between he and Tamara, he liked to think his Countess would select a woman who would a) be useful to him on his journeys and travels or b) be useful to the growing trade they were creating. Be that in a selling or creative role. He had no need for a pretty women- with air between her ears.
”Oh, she’ll be delirious alright.” he winked, caddishly, but turned his attention to Tamara.
"I will be sure your wife is good at sewing...but I’m not sure about the happy part…modestly content maybe…"
”Thank you, little miss ray of sunshine.” He found himself laughing at her input into the conversation. ”Are you both finished being cruel to me now?”
I suppose we need to escort Lottie home..."
”A very good idea, my Lady Countess, how you come up with such moments of clarity and intelligence, is a mystery to us lesser beings.” He did a fake bow, and a mocking grin as he allowed her to stand up. He watched her for signs of swaying, as he would not likely let her fall on her ass in public, despite the teasing between them. But, when both seemed safe and stood, he offered a more gallant arm to each of them; ”Let me escort you home, so you can finish this conversation of my impending doom?”
At least it might distract them from their own misery...just for a moment or two...
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@charlottefontaine / @tamarafontaine
If the conversation were ever to come up between he and Tamara, he liked to think his Countess would select a woman who would a) be useful to him on his journeys and travels or b) be useful to the growing trade they were creating. Be that in a selling or creative role. He had no need for a pretty women- with air between her ears.
”Oh, she’ll be delirious alright.” he winked, caddishly, but turned his attention to Tamara.
"I will be sure your wife is good at sewing...but I’m not sure about the happy part…modestly content maybe…"
”Thank you, little miss ray of sunshine.” He found himself laughing at her input into the conversation. ”Are you both finished being cruel to me now?”
I suppose we need to escort Lottie home..."
”A very good idea, my Lady Countess, how you come up with such moments of clarity and intelligence, is a mystery to us lesser beings.” He did a fake bow, and a mocking grin as he allowed her to stand up. He watched her for signs of swaying, as he would not likely let her fall on her ass in public, despite the teasing between them. But, when both seemed safe and stood, he offered a more gallant arm to each of them; ”Let me escort you home, so you can finish this conversation of my impending doom?”
At least it might distract them from their own misery...just for a moment or two...
~~
@charlottefontaine / @tamarafontaine