<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Edouard</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i318.photobucket.com/albums/mm406/AGirlontheInternet/Eddie2-1.jpg)</div></div></div>Edouard took a final swig from his ale, focused again on the game as he picked up his cards, though he did reserve a portion of his attention for Jereil - he wasn't about to ignore someone who was currently feeling all over him, though he didn't get the impression he was trying to steal from him or stab him. Still, he didn't quite notice when he reached for his groin until his hand was already there, making him jump a bit and swat his hand away, though he'd probably already gotten a good feel.<br/><br/>"Hey! I said I'm working here," Ed said, slapping his cards face down on the table as he tried to pry Jereil's hand away, seeming more embarrassed than one would probably assume. Rather than going back to the game now, though, he merely scooped up his winnings and tucked them away, grabbing Jereil by the wrist. He'd probably better take him aside and have a word with him, if nothing else. "Clearly I can't count on you to knock it off, so c'mon. Let's go upstairs."