Toying with her mind

The conversation continued quite smoothly from there. Fredrick tapped the sides of his waist subconsciously, forgetting that his sword was not with him. He wasn't on royal duties, neither would it make sense for him to wear a scabbard on his tux. He cursed himself inwardly.

By the looks of the man, Fredrick wouldn't be able to hold a pin next to him so, the next best thing to do was a suprise attack on him but, he didn't want to engage him in physical contact. All he wanted to do was to cut the man's head off. Who knew what he could do to his wife?