Miles heard the humour behind her words. "Darling I think you know the sort of headache I mean." He knew she had been having some awful ones since she was hexed. "But well..." He really didn't have any other good excuse as to why he'd so readily agreed to let her move in. The headache, the shagging, the fact that Liam was so enamoured with his new 'little brother'. "So much has happened at once."
He let out a low little laugh as his tongue teased along the pulse point below her ear. "I'm just trying to keep up my reputation as a rogue now. Married, with my wife somewhere in the manor, and a gorgeous woman in my lap..." A soft snort escaped his lips as his hands kneaded her curves.
"As you wish," he said about her plans for a mardi gras. "You'd be the only one to do it properly."
"Well we have to do it here. Or we could have it at my new brothel." He sat up straight, realising he might not have told her the news, "I did tell you that my son is now the owner of a pub and brothel? Rosmerta left him everything. So until he's of age, I get to run a brothel." He smirked wildly at the very thought.