Harry looked at him, confused. "What...? Got a girl?" He had a wife, but... that was because divorce was hard to obtain.

At this point Anthony was just getting kinda desperate. "Uh. Yeah," he nodded slowly, taking another small sip from his glass.

"Well, good for you..." Harry said. "Hope she's as faithful as you are." Harry wasn't sure whether all those kids were his. There was no telling what Anita did when she was drunk and disappeared. He drank his beer, his eyes moving to the servant girl again.

"...Right," Anthony drank from his glass. "...well, I'd hope so too." He glanced around for a bit, basically just looking for an opening or excuse or something so that he could have a reason to just get the fuck out of here. This was quite literally hell on earth.

"You should marry her fast, before someone else takes her," Harry advised, wholly unsolicited.

Anthony would much rather marry this nonexistent girl than have to live through another second of whatever this was. "...Okay. Thanks for the...." he wasn't even sure what to call it, "...advice."

Harry nodded. "You're welcome, mate." He was such a very helpful person.

"...Yeah." Anthony clicked his tongue to fill the silence between the two. He had mostly just succumbed to this fate, and had given up on trying to get the fuck out of here. Really, he was now just hoping that the other guy would shut the hell up as well and spare them both the embarrasment.

He didn't. "She a pretty girl, then?"

He shouldn't've been surprised about his hopes being crushed, but he was. "Yeah, I...guess?" Anthony tried to bullshit his way out of this situation. "beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, and....all that." It wasn't working.