Isaac stared at him and at the spinning wheel. "What are you doing?" He asked leaning forward, his elbows on his knees. "Are you making yarn?" It wasn't said with any condemnation or malice, it was just curiosity. "Where did you learn to do that?"
He shrugged off his comment about sitting in his sisters chair, she would tell him to move or share the chair with him when she showed up. He looked around the solarium, taking note of the things around. "Is this your private space? I thought it was Isolde's space."
He sneered. "Summon an elf to bring whiskey." reached around Marcus to pluck some of the unfinished wool from the basket.