Alpin's Chambers

"No, I don't think you have," he would joke, winking at her. When she feigned being hurt he would laugh, shaking his head, "Oh no, I just meant that they would know without you telling them," he'd grin, gently grabbing her hand and brushing his thumb over the back of it. Upon hearing her say that being married to him was better than flirting with some knight he would beam, shifting to gently kiss her nose, "That's good to hear. I was afraid that you would think marriage is boring," he'd laugh. When she frowned and said that she wished that she had a way to get him one he would laugh softly, "You have a way to get whatever you'd like," he'd assure her. "What's mine is yours, and I don't know if you knew this or not, but I'm a Duke," he would tease, wrinkling his nose playfully at her, "Which means we're actually quite wealthy," he would laugh, shaking his head. "But, I don't really need one. It's not like any ladies will look at an old ugly man and wonder if he's married or not," he would joke, shifting his hands to gently brush over her back as he held her. He was suddenly glad that their argument hadn't lasted long, and that she was happy again.

When she said what she did about money he would laugh, shaking his head slightly, "Of course it does. I make the money and you spend it, that's how this all works," he would joke, shifting to kiss her cheek. Upon hearing her say that he was far from ugly he would laugh once again, "I'm also far from young, and most people don't find that very attractive," he would say with a shrug. He would hug her tightly to his chest when she mentioned not playing well with others and clawing somebody's eyes out if they looked at him wrong, "You play just fine with me," he'd tease, waggling his eyebrows at her. When she said that he was getting a wedding band whether he liked it or not he would laugh, though when she mentioned that she'd like for him to wear a sign with her name on it an idea would spark in his mind. He'd heard of decorative "scarring" or tattooing, and while he knew that it was painful and a little risky with infection and whatnot, he wouldn't mind doing it. "Actually, in a way, I will agree," he'd say with a grin, wondering what she would think about it.

Upon hearing her say that he wasn’t that old before running her fingers through his hair and commenting that he didn’t have any grey hair yet he would laugh, “The key word being yet,” he’d say, rolling his eyes. He would gently kiss her back when she snuggled closer to him, grinning when she says that she was okay with not having anybody look at him twice, “Me too,” he would agree, smiling softly when she said that she liked the idea of keeping him all to herself, “Well, you’ll never have to worry about having to share,” he’d say with a grin, reaching up to gently brush his fingers over her cheek. He couldn’t help but laugh when she told him to stop being a pervert, “It’s really hard not to be when you’re around,” he’d tease, winking. He was just about to respond to her question when it suddenly seemed to click in her mind and she started to yell at him, causing him to laugh, “Ahh, yeah. I do,” he would say with a smirk, “But you’re the one who asked,” he’d tease, only to sober. “It’s only dangerous if you get an infection,” he would explain, “And I’ve got the money to get the best of the best to do it,” he would explain. “I mean, I could always just get a brand, that’s a lot less dangerous,” he would laugh, though after a minute he figured it would be pointless to argue with her, “If you really don’t want me to then I won’t.”

When she pressed a kiss to his neck he would close his eyes, laughing softly, “And this is why it’s so hard,” he would joke, before gently squeezing her in his arms and opening his eyes again. He would look at her when she said that if he really wanted to do it that she wouldn’t tell him no, but he couldn’t just feel the reluctance, and he knew immediately that he wasn’t going to do it. He wouldn’t do anything that would make her unhappy, “It’s alright, love. It was mostly a joke, anyways,” he would assure her, shifting to gently kiss the top of her head. When she said that she didn’t want him to get mad at her for her telling him not to do something he would laugh and shake his head, “I could never be mad at you,” he would say, reaching up to brush his fingers over her cheek. It seemed like the action soothed him more than it did her, though. “It wasn’t my intention to argue or fight with you about it, because I can assure you that I don’t like to do either. And I’d like to think I have more control over myself than to sit here and argue with my beautiful wife all night when I could be cuddling her instead,” he would grin, though he could tell that she was really worried about making him upset, “If you don’t want me to do something then just tell me, I won’t get angry with you. I just want to make you happy,” he would admit, “This goes along the lines of you being comfortable enough to tell me what’s on your mind.”

He would grin when she said that she’d rather him not do it, “Well then I won’t,” he would promise, laughing softly when she spoke about her sanity. “Oh well, if it’s just for that then maybe I will. I’m pretty sure that was lost a couple days ago,” he couldn’t help but joke, sobering when she began to talk about her worrying over his safety. “I know, love,” he would murmur softly, though he was rather amused when she pretty much said that she didn’t need him acting like an idiot and purposefully putting himself in danger. He had to admit that she was right, though; the thought of leaving her behind on her own if he died caused his heart to ache. He wouldn’t do something to risk that happening, now that he thought about it. He would shift to gently kiss her lips when she said that he meant way too much to her for that to happen, “And I love you more, so don’t even joke about you doing something crazy. You think you stressed out thinking about me getting an infection and dying…I would have a heart attack!” he would joke, trying to lighten the mood a little bit. She’d been through too much today; he wanted to keep things light and happy for her.

When she told him not to be mean he could only laugh, shaking his head. He hadn’t been mean, he’d been…well, yeah. He’d been mean. When she told him that he was wrong he would laugh, “No, I’m never wrong,” he would assure her, though he couldn’t help but smile softly when she said that she adored him and hugged him tightly. If only she knew that she already had him wrapped around her little finger, and that he worshipped the very ground she walked on. He would smile down at her, gently squeezing her in his arms as he listens to how he was going to get a wedding band whether he liked it or not, because she wasn’t going to deal with women flirting with him, “Well, I suppose that’s the best deterrent,” he would joke, shaking his head slightly, “I feel that you have no faith in me, whatsoever,” he would say, his lips tugging down in mock hurt, though he couldn’t help but smile soon after. “I wouldn’t flirt with another woman, or let another woman flirt with me,” he would assure her, chuckling softly. Though, when she said that her insistence on getting him the ring was more about getting him a gift in return he couldn’t help but laugh, the deep, body shaking laughter that he occasionally gave off, “Oh, love…” he would manage to choke out, shaking his head as he tried hard to sober. He would manage to get it to where he was only grinning like an idiot, “I didn’t give you something because I wanted a gift in return,” he would explain, still clearly amused.