Snippet #1691724

Drake turned momentarily and gave Deget a broad smile. "Ah, you ask about your brother, I do remember him. He was a striking young man. Not very easy to forget." Drake said, turning back to his work. He ladled the soup into the bowls carefully, intent on not making a bigger mess for James to clean up. "I recall that I asked him to keep an eye on James, because he didn't seem to be mingling well with the others. From what James doesn't say, they got on quite well.' he said, thinking back to that evening. It had been one of the more interesting hunts. Especially since Drake had overindulged, and the whole thing was a bit of a blur.

"They went and explored the whole manor together. He was a good man. James doesn't get on well with many people. I've always worried about him, he never interacts with children his own age or anyone, really." Drake sighed lightly, as if he truly were worried, like a father worrying about his only child. "But I don't meddle, I just try to push him towards the right people. I heard somewhere that that was the way to do it." Drake waved the ladle around as he talked, shooting a glance back at Deget every so often. He was really getting into this whole doting father thing.

"So yes, I do remember your brother. You remind me of him, but I do think you a a touch more strong willed than he was. You seem like you balance him out well. Ah, but I recall you said he didn't come home after the Gala. That rather worries me, I must admit, I liked that man. And James will never admit it, but I am positive that boy liked him too." As Drake walked past Deget on his way to the sink the reached out and touched her face briefly, under her chin. No, she was more fiery, while Zeke had been much more on the sweeter side. Drake smiled slightly at her. "Yes, you two are quite alike. Such strong personalities." he murmured before continuing on his way. A thrill of excitement rose in his belly. Her soul was so strong. It was amazing. And alluring. It made Drake's stomach whine with hunger.