She frowned at him. He has never told her what she could and could not say. She snapped her fingers for the elf to bring a bottle for Gregory.
"Personally it if your business. You never talk about it. Some times I go to find you and you have disappear. But I suppose every man gets that itch." Her own mother use to say that if a man went of to see his mistress it was less time that his wife would have to spend with him. The elf finally brought the bottle and then popped out. "I am sorry. I will not speak out of turn again." She said, a little cold. She sat down to feed Gregory.