Bryn's eyes followed Edward to his bath, she would have had to tear them out of her head to prevent it. The man didn't need any aphrodisiac, he was the aphrodisiac. But her gaze jerked back around to Jacob as he voiced his complaint. She couldn't help the endeared smile that touched her lips. Sure he was using booze to do it but she knew he was being far more brave than he felt. "Wait, One, Captain, I have never felt shameful about sharing anyone's company intimately, ever. Living or.. as I am now, all twelve-hundred and twenty four years. The shame is entirely a christian thing, and I worship the Norse gods. Two, he had good reason, not to feel shame, but to feel fear. It was an offence that meant death if he was caught with another man, just ten years before he was brought here. It is still a jailable offence, just for following one's heart."
She turned to Edward again. "And he's right, he is worth more than just throwing your leg over for a few jollies. He's worth wooing right, if you're going to do a thing. But I will tell you both something that neither of you probably know. If you drink too much, it does not matter how willing your mind thinks your body is, there is a part of you that will absolutely refuse to stand for the occasion. So it is probably good both for pride's sake, and so he wouldn't feel guilty for doing so, that he turned you down that night." Once again she turned to Jacob. "But in the Captain's defense he was very drunk that night, perhaps he didn't remember exactly what you said in turning him down."
Bryn couldn't believe she was playing matchmaker between two men she wouldn't have a hard time laying with, drunk or otherwise. She slumped back in her tub and upended the bottle she held, until it was nearly empty. Then she clutched the bottle to her as if it were a lifeline.