"Let's hope so. We will be making up for nearly twenty years of broken contact." Resting a hand on his cheek, Marabelle moved so that their foreheads touched. "Between your love affair with the sea and the time you spent in jail because of it, or the fact that I'm an only child and you married into government society, we really haven't been together since you kidnapped me." Giggling, she gave him a chaste kiss before pulling away to tend to their daughter who had started to mumble nonsense in her drug induced sleep. "Hopefully we don't get sick of each other and have someone end up overboard. I've been there, done that, really don't want a repeat experience."
Seeing the intent of the swing before it happened, Elijah had a split second in order to make a decision. Should he dodge and retaliate, or let himself get hit again? There was a moment of hesitation before he moved, causing him to get hit, but not to the extent he would have if he hadn't moved. The graze still had enough force behind it to split his lip, he probably wouldn't have been standing if he had received the full fist. "You drove her away, Jack!" As the other man moved back into position for another throw, Elijah had to act. Rushing forward, he hooked his ankle behind Jack's and let his momentum drive his shoulder into his chest. Jack was stronger on his feet, but Elijah was the one that everyone called on to restrain a combatant. His leaner frame gave him the advantage on the ground. Crashing against the chairs as they went down, he wondered for a fleeting moment how no one in this house could not hear what was going on.