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"That you are," he ageed. His brother aimed a well timed nip to his cheek before skirting away from the potential rebuff, drawing a cheeky grin from the Mayfair who considered springing after him—but the conversation turned.

There wasn’t much to contemplate. Eshe had chosen to run from discussion when she hadn’t instantly gotten her way—and in the end, it certainly felt he had dodged a bullet of sorts, rather than trying to raise children with someone who couldn’t deal with conflict.

“No,” he admitted, but gave a soft chuckle. “But I’m doing a lot better knowing that at least one out of five of my kids don’t hate me.”