He would never touch Ruth again, he swore to himself, nor any other who wasn't Rose. He hated himself a lot in that moment, giving a smile even still. "Aye," he said, "And a long hot bath on my part... Or ye could join me in the bath if ye'd like later?" He offered. But the offer churned his stomach. This was wrong, this was all kinds of wrong! Andrew was going to have to bed his wife though to keep her from asking questions. It was rather distasteful, sleeping with two women on the same day.

He forced himself to the present and said, "It smells good in here..." at least he wasn't lying about that. But he knew it might not taste as good as it smelled.