"Of course I do, but that doesn't mean you have to be here." The whole village knew how long he had been there, gossip traveled faster than disease, moreso in a place like this. Eight months was a long time for a posh man who was used to the attention and the high life. It was a weak theory at best but something she might be able to use to distract, if nothing else.
Another sip of her drink, a cherry...Something, she had stopped the bartender on the fourth ingredient and agreed to it. It made her feel warm and fuzzy though so it was fine by her, "The Rosiers do too but I haven't seen your counterpart here." Although that was hardly surprising, she knew Beau a bit better than she knew Tucker, and this was definitely not his sort of place. A woman passed by who seemed to be drinking something too strong for her, by the face she made when her companion's back were turned. As if she were trying to prove something. Briar marked her face as an easy mark once she broke away from this conversation.
"For your information," Prat but she didn't say it, "That law and I are on fine terms I could go home at anytime." The hand not holding her drink gestured around as she spoke, lively and filled with movement.