The point of cancelling the contract of hosting Eli's wedding was to keep him away from Marnthe for good, yet there the human was in his disgustingly smug glory, acting all innocent as if he didn't behave like a delusional pervert the night before.
The air tensed around the bar counter grew tense. Marnthe could feel magic buzz around him along with Geale's brewing temper.
"Mr. McAndre," Ainsely greeted, sensing the tension around the bar counter. "Welcome back! What can I get you tonight?"
"Thanks um…I actually just want to talk to Marnthe."
"You despicable, putrid, scum of-"
"Sure," Marnthe said, cutting off Geale's protest before the customers at the counter could catch what was happening. "Let's go to my office."
"No way!" Geale snapped.
Marnthe turned to look at him. "You're coming with us." He then looked at Eli. "That won't be a problem, yes?"