"Only what I told you about!" Charles protested. "I was a...nice playboy? Something like that." Then Piper mentioned math and he looked dreamy. "Ah, x. My great friend."
Jacob just made a 'I don't even know' face at Piper. Neither of the authors noticed her brief discomfort. They couldn't understand even if they had.
"Anyway I was drinking and he kept talking, so I poured him some wine to shut him up. I didn't know he was going to go mad for the stuff," Jacob explained.
"French wine is delicious," Charles shrugged.
"Eventually he asked me if I had any knew tales to have Wil write up and so I started to tell him a story I have long forgotten and apparently the story somehow sounded like 'come hither' to English here."
Charles laughed and he finished off his dessert before pushing away the empty plate so he could lean forward without putting his elbows in it. "I think I thought you looked alluring in the candlelight. Because somewhere around the second bottle of wine, we thought it would be a great idea to light every candle we could find."