Lord Ambrose would eat quietly contemplating things for the moment as he thinks on what was asked and how Alistair was throwing such a tantrum over it as he found him to be the black sheep and troublemaker of the family. He seemed spoiled almost rotten at times by how good he had it. And Ambrose would think that perhaps he did not appreciate that. He reaped the benefits but none of the burden. None the less Lord Ambrose looked to his bride subtly placing a finger along the underside of her breasts through the clothes<strong>"Do you want him like this my dear? He seems more... insisting... spoiled that if he got nothing that he would kick and scream. Personally that might be fun... Hearing his mother talk back to him."</strong>Ambrose seemed absolutely amused by that notion and also had the wheels of his mind turning assembling a game for the occasion.