Montagne growled a bit. "What do you want?" he said, sitting down on the bed. "Last I saw you you were off kissing Lord Mirent eldest daughter. Did she leave you?"

David smirked and nodded. "Yes it is," he smirked, then leaned in and grabbed his chin. "Because that is what you are. My bitch."

Pendleton frowned. "Don't remember that... But I did find something interesting..."

Hawthorne bit his lip. "Oh..."

David raises an eyebrow. "What did you find?"

David smirked and let his foot drop as he returned to his maps.

"A map." Pendleton replied. "But unfortunately your son has it... Lovely boy, by the way."

Hawthorne began tentatively drinking the wine.

Montagne growled and stood up. "And who told you that he was my son?"

David smirked and tilts his head. "Good bitch," he said.

Pendleton raised an eyebrow. "Montagne, I thought you were cleverer than this... Of course I'd keep tabs on my closest friend."

Hawthorne blushed up at him, the wine wetting his beard.

Montagne raised an eyebrow. "I haven't told most of my crew," he said, then turned and made his way back to the table.

David smirked and focused on his maps.

"There's the operative word: Most." Pendleton replied.

Hawthorne sighed, finishing the wine.

Montagne growled. "The ones that do know to keep quiet." He sighed and shook his head. "I'm getting to old for this shit."

David ignored him until he had given orders to his crew. He sat back and looked at Hawthorne.

"Yup. That's why we fell out, after all. I told you to get out of it, for your safety..." Pendleton shook his head. "That's why I had... Someone spying on you. To make sure you were safe."

Hawthorne blushed.