God he's...so gonna make you pay for his heart attack later. With a lot of really, really rough sex.

He's wiping his mouth for show as Chuck is shooed off and towards the refreshment table, Herc glaring after his kid with a scowl.

"Sorry about him, mate...dunno what gets inta him sometimes."

Raleigh coughs politely, and takes a sip of his drink to calm his nerves. Definitely going to kill you, Chuck.

"No harm done, sir. "

Herc just nods.

"Enjoy the party, boy. Try not to let the little sprog catch you by surprise."

Gulp.

"Of course."