"Four bottles of Fire Vodka? How did you even get it up, darling?" she asked, giggling again at the thought and covering her mouth with her hand. It wouldn't do for this Daphne to hear her laughing at them; she doubted that would go down to well.
Still, it was the most delicious bit of irony.
"Oh, am I in your way?" she asked as he tried to pull something from underneath her, sitting up. "So sorry."
Lettie snorted at that, giving Miles a sceptical look even as she leaned closer, intrigued as ever by him. "Wives don't tend to be that tolerant. Something about hussies trying to get their claws on their husband's inheritances. Honestly, do they not realise that all we want is a bit of fun?" she asked, looking at Miles again and laughing. "I'm sorry, I think I'm still in shock."