Caldar sighed, moving closer to her. His face was painted with a scowl as she approached her. He didn't have the patience for this. It was bad enough he had to sit and have dinner with her and her family, he didn't want to have to deal with Esther right now. This evening couldn't end quick enough.<br/><br/>"Get. Out." He demanded, swinging an arm around her waist and picking her up. A small groan escaped his lips. It wasn't much effort for him, though the movement caused his injury to sting once again. Not that he would let her know he was in pain. He was rather stoic like that. The viking never liked to show that he was in pain. To him, it was a sign of weakness.<br/><br/>He slung her over his shoulder, walking down the corridor she'd just come down and headed for the stairs. "You're not my wife yet." He muttered.