Montague only rolled his eyes good naturedly, “and she won’t be for awhile. We’ll just have to deal with your wife then.” He smirked, obviously joking, he could handle Daphne if she threw them little “parties” like this more often. Shaking his head at the thought he went to take another drink.
“Get around?’ He spit, choking lightly on his drink, laughing through it as he cover his mouth. “I told you we were in Italy. Not difficult. She was sick, remember.” He laughed again, this time managing to actually get a drink down his throat however. “She’s feeling better though. Family healer took a look at her.” She’s pregnant, but again, he left that off. Miles party for now.