Cyran and Bane took their first round, but the next four went by with very little conversation. They were both content to sip and listen to the music. Both men were feeling pretty relaxed, and a bit buzzed, but Cyran couldn't help but stare at Bane.
"You are so calm," Cyran muttered, but Bane gave him a confused look.
"Calm? Why wouldn't I be calm?"
"Your wife is upstairs with the woman that just claimed to love you," Cyran pointed out, and Bane laughed, and held his glass up to Kal.
"Better up there for now until they settle things. It will be a problem later if Lysia kills her."
"Are you really not bothered?"
"No. Should I be? Lysia will take care of it, and then I will hear all about it later. And hear about it I will! Drunk!" Bane laughed, and then downed another drink as Cyran put his head in his arms with a sigh.
"How do you manage it? My wife scares me," Cyran said, but Bane gave him a smile.