"Yeah, well," Artan said with a sigh as he walked over to her to wrap an arm around her waist. He didn't even care if she swatted him, he deserved it. "I'm still going to make it up to you. This time, no tours, no dragging you to Vegas unless you really want, none of that. And hey, now you have three of us to boss around." He grinned against her shoulder and slipped back and took a seat nearby. "And hey, if worst comes to worst, we can just sell him to your cousins."