William leaned over and whispered under his breath, “How would you know a good woman? You’ve never even bothered to lay a finger on one.”
Evan shot him a retorting look. “Thank you,” Evan said to the barkeep.
“Will there be anything else, m’lord?”
William cocked an eyebrow. Evan shrugged.
“Later,” Evan told the man with a wink. The older man blushed before bowing his head and turning to leave.
“M’lord?”
“Aye,” Evan said as he took a swallow of his ale. “It goes with the territory, I suppose. Now, as for me not knowing a good woman…”
“Ah, yes, that.” William leaned back and locked his fingers behind his head. “You wouldn’t know a good woman if one fell into your lap.”