David smirked a bit. "You mean Elias?" he said. "I wouldn't be to sure about that."

"What? How did you know?" Hawthorne gasped, geniuinly surprised.

David's smirk grew. "I wasn't sure until now," he said. "But I would doubt his loyalty if I were you. I've seen him many times giving my father wanton looks."

"God damn him!" Hawthorne growled. "Knew I should not have sent a wench to do a man's job..."

David stood and came up to him. "And where do your eyes wonder?" he purred before leaning into whisper in his ear. "Do you see only women?" He teasingly licked his ear.

"Well... No, but Josephs only sees men..." Hawthorne replied, for once in his life unsure.

David smirked and tempted his ear again. "Then he's in good fortune sense my father likes both," he said before licking his neck.

"Wha... What? Really?" Hawthorne replied, hopefully.

David smirked and nipped his ear. "You however aren't his type," he said, pressing against him.

"Oh... Disapointing." Hawthorned sighed. "I'm sorry... I just..."