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Killian only spared a glance to Aethel, before looking back at his tablet he had. Fingers sliding over it, probably for something to do with Rowan's work.

Rowan hummed, watching the other people leave as he lifted his glass. He shifted, settling more on his seat and crossing his legs. How was he going to say that would get them to-- His eyes had slid away and then moved back to look at Aethel again. [color=7bcdc8]"Have you heard of the rare occurrence of Fated Mates?"[/color] He offered a smirk and a slight tilt of his head. Perhaps he didn't have to say anymore. If that's all he needed to say, then him wanting to buy 'Jewel' would be in the bag for the Beowulfs. It would be in their interest to let him win.