"Of course I will, never to her face because I only want her to be happy but there will always be a small part of me that resents not being able to full satisfy her. Alright, when she leaves her room I'll make it a point of talking to her about the mana and giving her a refill if she still needs it. I will do what I can to be more available then, I trust I can rely on you once again to help me be a better father and husband?"<br/><br/>Karrie looked down at her bottle and launched it across the room where it hit the wall hard enough to turn into a mist of glass and rum.<span style="color: #ff0000">"Better? Are you fucking happy now? I'll figure something else out."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #b3b300">"My magic won't corrupt you, the same spell that binds me to Karrie eliminates the 'aura' mortals like to blame for their own lack of self-control. You will be fine around me, but I may not be fine around you. If there's any sexual addictions it'll be because I was just that good of a lay and you couldn't control yourself, not because magic was involved."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>