"You just don't know what fabulous is my good man," Nathaniel replied, shaking his head at being called cheeky. Perhaps he was cheeky, but if that was the case he was very pleased and proud to be cheeky. He was leaning on his own gun, palm on the barrel as he used it for rest. "Well then, even if there isn't any grouse, and if I know you well enough, I'm quite sure that you have much of everything else prepared to compensate for the lack." Nathaniel's eyes were sparkling with glee and excitement, and they lit up even more at the notion of a bet. "Ah, you remember my weakness I see Tobias, I'll take you up on that bet, and add ten to the fact that I'll bring home most grouse."

Nathaniel was a very outspoken person though, he had been since his teen years, and though he probably could do with a lesson in humility. But then again, he had to always be humble when he was around his father as to not lose his inheritance, in both title and riches, so whenever he had the chance he changed completely. "I do I do, I just don't understand why father is insisting that I get married now. And by 31! You do realise that I turn 31 in April, do you not?" he asked, anger going through him again, though he calmed himself down quickly and brought his gun up to his face, aiming it at nothing and wanting to take a practice shot, but that would just scare the grouse off again, and he wanted to win. "I do find entertainment else where," he replied, though then turned his head to look at Tobias. "Do you?"