Drayce, who was watching his friend's distress in relish, had to hide the smile on his face.
'Do not laugh.' Arlan glared at him. 'Have you forgotten how foolish you look being jealous of your wife's brother? You could not even accept a simple hug between siblings. What right do you have to laugh at me?'
'You laugh at my foolishness, I laugh at yours. It is only fair.'
'Something is wrong with these Ilven siblings. How dare they both attract my aide?'
'Is it their fault? Your aide is a pervert. She seems comfortable with either gender. Neither siblings did anything to get this kind of attention from your aide.'
Arlan swallowed his anger. He could not refute. He could only swallow another goblet of wine while engrossed with the thought of teaching his aide a good lesson.
When their meal was over, Drayce spoke to Arlan, "Let's have drinks tonight. It's been a while since we had it together."
