Clash of wives (1)

"Do you care for a bit of alcohol before you go to bed? It will help ease your nerves though I think you should not be nervous after sitting on my lap. Do you want some?" Edgar poured a glass for himself. 

The empty plates of food were placed outside their door on the trays they were brought in for someone to take when they passed by. After a quick freshing up in the bathroom to clean their mouths, all that remained now was the alcohol. 

"Just a tiny bit," Alessandra showed a tiny space between her fingers to reference the amount that she wanted. It would certainly help her relax having to share a bed with Edgar. "Thank you," she accepted the drink.

"Do not let the sweet taste fool you with how much alcohol is in here.  Drink it slowly or I will have to stay up all night listening to you speaking about things that do not make any sense."