"Perhaps," Maxxen agreed, as did her brothers. But it didn't seem like either of them were interested in going back inside. So the two others played at their sword art and cursed and pointed each other, Maxxen was content to let them do was they pleased.
He offered his arm to Yvaine and wandered back inside, the living room now scarce of anyone save the servant that was cleaning up their drinks. "Sorry about that Yvaine," he murmured, grinning gently. "I just love to watch your brothers squirm though. Frankly, it tickles me."