"We don't keep them in our bedrooms!" Aranhil protested as he looked at his wife like she was crazy. How could she even think this was anything like the other? They kept skulls out of respect, and they were kept in a special room. They didn't make things out of them, or think of every day objects as them. He shuttered a little. "You said that when they tossed the chest around, it was like they threw your grandmother around. So how am I suppose to think of it as anything but your grandmother? It's just creepy!"

Personally, Aranhil did not understand elves. Dragons were very logical, and straight forwards. Once someone was dead, they were dead. You moved on with it. Sure, secretly, they still missed the lost one. He missed his brother more than he could ever say. But that didn't mean he was going to pretend that some tree was his brother. Nor would he ever consider making something out of his little brother. It was just weird.

Desperate to move away from dead people, he was delighted when his wife changed the conversation. "No." He shook his head, smiling at his lovely dear. "Sweet, I know you do not understand our ways. But it is my job to provide for you, and to do what has been assigned to me. If I gave my tasks to you, it would be like saying I can not handle them. The last thing a man wants is to be forced to make his wife do something he has been told to. I will not insult my family name by requiring you to do my work." He ran his fingers down her cheek with a smile. "You are sweet, my love. But your job is to take care of the family. It is my job to take care of the work."

Gently, Aranhil kissed his wife. "Besides. That means I don't have to worry about mother any more." He grinned evilly. "It's now your job to keep both my mother, and my brother, in line." He laughed to himself, pleased with this. "And my little sister! You are a lady, my love. It is your job to teach her to be one, as well. I don't have to chase her down any more!" He was, clearly, thrilled with this. "She's almost of age to start sleeping with men. I would prefer if she did not."

Taking Sylvia's hand, he sighed softly. "Darling, I'm giving you a task far harder than any I have ever had. My little sister is a flirt, and a tease. She doesn't think about dangers, just about fun. She is young, but still innocent. She is wild. I need you to make sure that she does not get into a situation she can not escape from. Her virginity must be her choice. And I, as an older brother, would prefer it if she chose to keep it until she weds the man I choose."