He accepted her on his lap wrapping his arms around her as she kissed him and oh did he kiss her back passionately. As for her question Keelan simply picked up her a glass and his own, "Splendid, as expected really of course the King doesn't want us to corner this market specifically but," Keelan actually chuckled and shrugged, "I have no intentions of not stomping down the competition of course and while I didn't get the position as the King's Tradesman as I desired...I've got ideas and I am going to need my loving future wife's assistance..."

Keelan sipped from his glass all the while smirking, "Oh most certainly, but," Keelan would subtly change the subject, "We prepare for Coheed," meanwhile he'd lock eyes with her and if she caught his gaze and focused she feel he was spelling a word out with his finger along back N-I-C, "There are still more to show the King there, mining perhaps, but paperwork of course and clauses and permits, the usual," H-O-L-A-S. Pause, "I will take care of all of that when we return to Nevermere or I can find a way to send Bulger word," B-E-A, "I wish I could afford you wedding planning things, but options for that are scarce in the wild," he joked U-M-O-N-T. Pause. Then he'd start again until she got it, her eyes could tell him if she understood.

He was turned on by how quickly she seemed to put it all together and kept normal conversation, and he nodded in confirmation that she was right. A gleam of pride in his eye as he pressed on, "We could marry in Coheed? By their way, something interesting, married in Coheed and then marry in Nevermere as well? A marriage of two different cultures," C-U-R-S-E. Pause. H-I-M. Pause, then he repeated this pattern "What could bring more luck and prosperity to a marriage than being united through more than one culture?"

Keelan smirked even further, she was so brilliant and he sincerely felt Nevermere had lost a promising witch, "Oh yes it can be done," Keelan responded with a nod, "For our future we need it to happen, there are no limitations to a future Morrigan wife," and he had told her not to curse but moreso in the instance of blindly or as willy-nilly but for their personal gain? For their growing power as the leading family? Oh they'd do it together and with purpose.

"As for Coheed weddings? I'm not sure, but I will find out and we will be the most cultured noble families of Nevermere...two weddings...two happy weddings? They'll be jealous. They'll wish for our business to fail...They'll wish our coffers and money to dry up...They'll think to curse us to failure..."

In her excitement Keelan found the newer feeling of his own giddiness, he gave her behind a little pinch, "You really are a treat Rhedara," again he sipped from his glass watching her over the rim eyes burning electric blue.

Lowering his glass Keelan began to stroke and trace his finger up and down her leg under her dress, "...books or scrolls love, I'll leave the creativity up to you...all the dark creativity," he kissed her."

"Rhedara I am a man spoiled by riches that make men envious, the world already spoiled me by being born male...your hard work, dedication, beauty, and you saying yes to my marriage proposal have spoiled me ever more so," he took her glass and sat it with his own on a small folding table beside them. Keelan with his old sailor strength shifted Rhedara to be straddling in his lap.

"Let me spoil you, you deserve it; you are the power and the understanding to us rising further in life...to places we never thought," his hands rubbed passionately down her body, "You will lead the Morrigan Coven....you will have it all with me."