After a while of settling, "so," Marcos' father called the clattering and clanking of spoons and forks against the dishes. "Won't you introduce us to your mate Marcos?"

Keeping his face as cold as it always was, "not now," he said, with a slight crease between his brows, adding without a pause, "I'm eating."

"I am just so eager to get to know a new addition to the family; what's wrong with that?" Not minding the reproach in his son's voice, his thick skin acted like a shield.

Marcos face was filled with disdain. "And I thought I was lacking in patience and manners, but I underestimated you." He scoffed....