"Forgive me, lady.. dear, there's two Lady Greys. And when this one grows up.. three, I suppose." [i]Athena chuckled, tickling Sophia quietly.[/i] "...Assuming that Oliver chooses to take that name, though. It would be.. fitting. Him being a bаstard, and all." "Greys and Golds.." [i]Isabella murmured quietly to herself, smirking before chugging her water.[/i] "Ain't that a fuсkin' coincidence.." [i]Oliver would smile up at young Alistair as he tickled his son then, though he offered him to Sarah still.[/i] "Still think he likes you more, to be honest. You handle him better. Actually.. you handle both better."