We Will Meet Again

It would seem as though they expect something far more volatile to emerge from the lips of the king, and though his blood boils with scrutiny his eyes layer over the woman, watching her svelte frame, ah yes, naturally, his son had perfect taste appearance wise, as far as what would be most healthy for him, it would be time for the man to learn a thing or two, especially about what seemed to be a cougar, a child seeker. Tongue lashes across inky lips and knees bend slightly to support him and to level out his balance, shoulders lower, drawing relaxed as he creates a new scene, a new feeling, "Gael, introduce us, please," he slithers the word from his tongue in complete neutrality, the natural inquisition a father would have when addressing his child and another friend, and his eyes lift to Meili, "Or would you care to speak?" what was she doing with his son? Tainting him. It was Collision's law that he offer himself to no other woman, ever, and he would only pray that his sons could find that same mentality. Did Gael understand that taking on such an older task would bare him few children? Did he understand that in offering himself in such sacrament he would spend his days tending to an elderly versus loving in vivacious entertainment? She was far from available to him, how he was to convey that message, the man was unsure and could only pray she chose what was best for Gael, and not for herself.