“Whether your father did what they say or not isn’t any of my concern. But, I also don’t see him trying to fight the charges.” Alex pointed out toward Daphne. “As far as… this goes, I suspect so. Very few are being given the choice.” He shrugged his shoulders at that. “Don’t know about your folks, but I was always going to have an arranged marriage. My family has been like that for generations, only I doubt they would’ve picked a little Puff.”
The cushion and the punch on his arm only got an amused smirk out of Alex as he turned back toward Tracey. He merely tilted his head at her as she spoke, “You played the game the best way you knew how, and lost, babe. Simple as that. Now you can either rant and rave and try to fight the system.” He arched an eyebrow as he laid that out, “Or you can keep your nose out of trouble for a bit and your head down and wait for them to forget you ever tried to pretend to be what they hold most dear. Sides, in the grand scheme of things, you just got a slap on the wrist. Least you still got your wand.”
At their banter about him, Alex just chuckled and slipped his other arm around Tracey as he flashed her a toothy grin. “You could always cater to my ego in scanty lingerie. Or without the lingerie, I’m sure I could get into that idea as well.” He winked once at her, even as he gave each of them a little hug with his arms. Of course, then his attention shifted back toward the table, and he seemed to consider something. “Damn, I need more arms to drink.” Though, he didn’t seem to be in too big of a hurry to let one of them go.