Micar glared at the consort before he gazed at his brother with such adoration.  "Of course my matron, you know how much you effect me so.. It should not be a surprise to you that I can barely hold myself back when your mighty rod enters my body." He stayed near his mistress even as they went to bed.<br/><br/>Abduxuel's shadow was Micar's nickname among the guards, the favored of the matron's guard was her house weaponmaster. Micar loved the title, loved mattering to Abduxuel quite a bit. As they rose, Micar watched and listened to  his matron. Though if the Matron rose, Micar would grabb Urlyvin and growl at him. "Consort or not, you are not the master of me, only Abduxuel is."<br/><br/>[If i recall right a grab check is str vs something..]<br/>Roll(1d20)+3:<br/>12,+3<br/>Total:15<br/><br/>[intimidate]<br/>Roll(1d20)+22:<br/>11,+22<br/>Total:33