’I can’t imagine playing with my brother’ he laughed at the thought, ’I can only imagine how horribly competitive that would get.’ Jack, for all of his competitive nature, truly played for the love of the sport. As a first born son it was his prerogative to take up whichever profession best pleased him because he would never need ‘income’ the way many others did. Just as there were many players who would never be able to afford a wife on a players salary Jack had no such concerns, his inheritance would provide whatever was needed for the maintenance of a family, his brother on the other hand would need to marry well, or provide for himself.

’Have you family Miss Robins?’ he asked, ’Any ambious younger sisters out for you spot on the harpies’ and then bring his glass to his lips in a jokinly casual manner and looking off to the side ’or that might be poached for the canons?’ he added quickly in a mutter as though pretending she wouldn’t notice the addendum when she very obviously would, a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth behind the champagne glass.

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