Altair/Alecta/Open
Altair drank deeply of his champagne. He rarely drank, and the carbonated alcohol went to his head almost immediately. "Oh, I don't doubt that we look good together," he said smoothly after a moment. "Then again, look at our competition. Lord Demiel always looks as though he's swallowed a toad, and Lady Wallingford has that beak of a nose. When those feathered bustles were in fashion, she looked quite like a chocobo."
The last part of her statement was what made Altair feel the need to drink. "As for children," he managed, "well, Gale and I are both quite young. I don't expect we'll be in any hurry to start all of that."