"Come on in Leif." Glen encouraged him to enter.
"Want anything to drown your sorrows with?" Sir Marcus tried rye wit to make the cloud hanging in the room lighten a bit, but there was no use disguising the topic that had been holding them all at bay.
Leif stayed in the doorway. "If you are going to take her, take her now."
Sir Marcus put down his glass. "We're still talking about it. And I'd shut that door if you want to be a part of the conversation." Leif closed the door but skulked in the shadows.
"Mr. Leif is right Sir Marcus. Best you take her now." Prompted Lady Daire.
"Why are you of all people so interested to see me take Taylor back?" Sir Marcus picked up his empty glass, the comfort of something in his hands helped ease his mind.
"I have my own reasons Sir Marcus."
Glen raised his eyebrow as if to begin to question Lady Daire, but she caught his questioning gaze. "You'll learn in due time Sir Glen. Rare is the opportunity to proceed into a situation and know the stumbling blocks that will be encountered."