"Joscelin." I fished a coin from my purse and slid it across the table. "Will you buy a jug, and bring it to Hyacinthe’s crew in the stable, with my regards?"
The Cassiline looked at me with flat incredulity. “No.”
"I swear, it’s nothing like the other time, and naught against your vows. It’s just somewhat … well, you’d rather not hear. I’ll not stir from this chair." I grew annoyed as he sat unmoving. "Name of Elua! Do your vows say you have to remain glued at my side?"
With a sound of disgust, Joscelin shoved his chair back and snatched the coin from the table, heading to the bar.
I live for moments like these.. Where I cling to myself and giggle as my love for Joscelin blossoms even more so! :D