To kill the butler (1)

"Alfred, what the hell was that? Are you determined to make Alessandra think I invite all sorts of women into my home? Do not play the petty game with me. I will throw paint across the floors for what you have done," Edgar leaned up against a door post in the kitchen with his arms folded.

"I do not know what you are speaking of. If you and the Duchess are going to engage in any sexual activity, the two of you should go to the privacy of your bedroom. You wouldn't have been in this position had you been patient enough to return to your bedroom. The two of you shouldn't have gotten dirty with paint anyway," Alfred muttered.

"You are talking as if I was going to have sex by the front door. It was innocent fun that you have ruined. You interrupted our conversation about having a child. Now that will be pushed back."