"Then what was it you wanted to discuss with me earlier then if it was not to pay a debt I had?"<br/>Wrynn asked, his system beginning to sober up slowly by the questions and his high tolerance for the alcohol. His original plans to fall asleep and have alcohol induced dreams began to slip as confusion set in. Uther did not understand nor care to ever understand the feelings and emotions of a woman after his wife had died, he became almost oblivious to them as if the loss had killed those senses. He stepped forward and took the wad of bills, tossing them back onto the end table as he sat on the edge before he looked over at her, laying on her stomach under the sheets. She had yet to answer his question but he did not know what else she wanted to say to him.<br/>"You got me sitting here like a fool Guinevera, what is it?"<br/>He finally questioned her, looking over her with his own stone cold tone. His patient was not wearing thin just yet but he wished she would just get on with the point instead of the little games she seemed to be playing with him.