It was just a subtle sign, the way Pettigrew licked his lower lip, but Emrys caught it. Oh. How fascinating. There were any number of things it might mean, of course, but Emrys found them all intriguing. Maybe Pettigrew was only now realizing it himself, or hadn't even fully realized it yet, and had been miserable about it for years. Maybe he'd known all along and he'd married his wife to try and get rid of the urge. Maybe — no, there were too many possibilities. He could sit here thinking about it all day, but in the end it didn't matter. No matter which it was, Emrys' next course of action was the same.

"Merely a host's duty," Emrys said smoothly, with a vaguely predatory smile. "Let me get you another drink."

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