Kalysto waved a hand at Desiree. “Oh calm down…” He grinned. “Not like I’m gonna invite him to drink it. What does it matter anyway if the kid gets his old man a beer? No harm in it…” The blood elf chuckled and put his feet up on the coffee table once more.
“And don’t worry,” He said as he fished the remote control out of the cushion crack. “We’re not going anywhere. Business is good. I have a herb farm in the north. And it’s quiet here. Nice and peaceful. Not at all like where I came from.”
Zach sighed. “Well if the people get their way…”