"The thing is, we don't know who may attack. I suspect they're nothing more then hired assassins," Eder said, somewhat nervously, as he ran a hand over his thinning hair.
"Advantages? Money, free lodgings if you need it, free meals... Unless you have some other suggestions, we're willing to listen," Eder said, looking to the door and frowning, looking slightly startled as there was a squeal and some running around upstairs before the footfalls could be sound on the stairs.
Sjaak came down, looking tired and disgruntled, holding the hands of two smaller children. The one holding his right hand looked to be about eight years old with untameable curly red hair, a freckled face, tan skin, and green eyes. The other, who looked about five years old, had long, straight black hair and brown eyes. The oldest, who was walking behind them, looked like a porcelain doll with her blonde hair, blue eyes, and pale skin.
"Want something?" He asked, eyes slitting unhappily as he looked at Eder like a cat eyeing its prey.
The girls, his younger sisters, were hanging on him happily, Liesje, the youngest, trying to tug him one way, while Katelijn, the middle child, tried pulling him another way. Sanne, the oldest girl, seemed to just watch, smiling.
"Tell us a story," Sanne asked, mildly demandingly, like any spoiled girl.
"Be quiet," Sjaak said, and Sanne pouted but he seemed unaffected as he looked at his father. It'd be amusing to note that none of his supposed children looked like him.
"These may be your bodyguards," he said to Sjaak, turning to Citea and Jonas, "This is my son, Sjaak, and his sisters. It'd be best to protect my son - he'd be the one they'd go after," Eder said, shifting uncomfortably.
"Go check on Miss Lottie and her pups," he told his sisters, and although they paused, they didn't argue with him, turning around and walking away towards one of the backrooms, glancing over their shoulders to him. When he heard the door shut, he relaxed visibly - as if he had released the tension.. the spring on his prey.
"You shouldn't say such things in front of your daughters. Get some human deceny. They're to protect my sisters before myself," he said, his eyes becoming a dead stare, the kind that can go right through you, his arms crossing, and his face rather unreadable.
Eder's face flushed, a mixture of embarrassment and anger. What could he say to his only son? It was clear that Sjaak had more (figurative) balls then his father. His father didn't seem capable of responding to his son, and after running a hand, once more, over his hair he looked at his wife.
"Sjaak, you're in front of guests," Sonje said quietly.
"Give me a break," he growled, running a hand through his hair, yawning.
