01-02-2015, 07:20 PM
Tony's eyes rolled, sure this would be the butt of many more jokes to come, but he doubted he could make it to the door without either passing out or coughing up blood.
As she suggested, he waited patiently as she dealt with the order. He arched his eyebrows when she came back, two bowls suspended in mid air. "Is that a trick you use to get a few tips at the club? You could make a bit from that."
Of course, his humour was black, likely the same as the mess of his internal organs. He felt Claire would understand the need for it. What else was there to do? Lie in a drunken stupor for seven years?
He had tried that, and wouldn't recommend it.
As they began eating - with some difficulty for him - she slid another question his way. This one he could answer with genuine charm.
"Grandpa indeed!"
He said in mock outrage. Mostly, he was amused. Kids and a wife? Give Antony Soloyov the choice between a pit of snakes and domestic bliss, he would take the snakes. Less likely to bite.
"How old do you think I am? You did hear me when I said gallant young man? I only have 10 years on you at best. Give me another twenty before you ask that one again."
The truth of the matter was less humorous, but he wouldn't let her or the boys end up like him. Even if he had wanted children, how could he bring them up in this life?
Edited by Tony Soloyov, Jan 2 2015, 07:21 PM.
As she suggested, he waited patiently as she dealt with the order. He arched his eyebrows when she came back, two bowls suspended in mid air. "Is that a trick you use to get a few tips at the club? You could make a bit from that."
Of course, his humour was black, likely the same as the mess of his internal organs. He felt Claire would understand the need for it. What else was there to do? Lie in a drunken stupor for seven years?
He had tried that, and wouldn't recommend it.
As they began eating - with some difficulty for him - she slid another question his way. This one he could answer with genuine charm.
"Grandpa indeed!"
He said in mock outrage. Mostly, he was amused. Kids and a wife? Give Antony Soloyov the choice between a pit of snakes and domestic bliss, he would take the snakes. Less likely to bite.
"How old do you think I am? You did hear me when I said gallant young man? I only have 10 years on you at best. Give me another twenty before you ask that one again."
The truth of the matter was less humorous, but he wouldn't let her or the boys end up like him. Even if he had wanted children, how could he bring them up in this life?
Edited by Tony Soloyov, Jan 2 2015, 07:21 PM.