"Behaving?" He asked, sidling up to her, long-since abandoning his wine and moving towards her. Her mother had probably lectured her well enough on the necessary mannerisms needed for this evening, but it was close to full moon- only a few days away, and he still did not believe any of his children to be old enough to control themselves. It was not their maturity he had difficulty accepting, but the fact they had grown so quickly.
"And don't have very much wine. A woman who drinks too much never gets happily married." He added, glancing away from her and round the hall, as if trying to find some suitable bachelor amongst the crowds.