After a few hours of drinking... Seraphiel's mother eventually stood up with a soft laugh, gently pulling her husband to his feet.
"Come on, dear. You've had enough twilight wine for one night. You're starting to get dramatic again."
Her husband protested loudly, swaying a little as he pointed at me with a wide grin.
"But I like this boy! He brought our daughter home! We should drink more and talk about how he's going to take care of her! I want to hear all his plans! Man to man!"
He tried to reach for the bottle again, but his wife firmly took it away and wrapped an arm around his waist.
"You can talk plans tomorrow when you're sober. Right now, you're going to bed before you embarrass yourself in front of our guest."
"But—!"
"No buts." She gave him a look that left no room for argument and started guiding him toward the hallway.
He kept glancing back at me with a big, tipsy smile, waving enthusiastically.
