Edward
"I think we're gentlemen," Demyan frowned as he lit his cigarette whilst we walked through the trails of the estate. "Like I did the right thing in the end. Marrying Malia and having more children. I'm quite a good husband, I'd like to think that and I adore my children."
At least Demyan had something going on.
"I tried to propose at least," I shrugged.
"Yeah but you went about it wrong. Seeing lawyers before you could give Connor a heads up or letting him decide," he just had to push salt into a still healing wound. "You know I think you guys would have been married now if you went about it the way Walter had. How is he so much younger than us but so mature?"
"They're taught etiquette," I waved my hand around before taking a drag of my cigarette, "Protocol and good manners or what not. We can't be compared to that."
