Dante knows when its best for him to stop talking anymore before he puts his foot in his mouth. He politely smiles and sips some more ale.
Out of Character: Did you see what JB put in the newsletter about us drinking ale?
Seeing that Dante has been caught with his own words Lady Godiva gives a malicious grin to ensure he does not talk that way again, at least not in her presence.
Out of Character: Well we do spend a lot of time in the tavern, what else is there to do but drink lots of ale.
Dante stands and stretches his legs and confesses, "My mother wanted me to be a physician, but you know..." He then chuckles.
"Well we see how that turned out, instead I'm here with a quarreling woman and the rest of the tavern getting drunk off of mead."
He makes a big hiccup.
"A farmer?" Dante laughs heartily.
"That would have been a waste now wouldn't it? I could see you now using your sword to fight off mud and pebbles in the ground."
He laughs scandalously.