Jenny Muses
Jenny: "You let your brat run about, mucking up my hard work I put into making Ishbel a proper lady"
Jenny: "Your hot son came and got Ishbel all hot and bothered, please do something about the sexyness this boy has all over him"
Jenny: "Your son makes Ishbel smile too much. Tell him to go home"
Jenny: "Your son came to visit and Ishbel broke her jaw from smiling so much. Please do something about this."
Jenny: "Leash him and castrate him is my honest opinion on this matter."
Jenny: "Your son makes her laugh. Laughing will kill her at this rate. Order him to stop this at once."
Jenny: "You do not need grandchildren Haytham. He will not miss his balls."
Jenny: "If you do not do something about this, I shall chase him out myself with the fire prod."
Jenny: "Up his tight little asshole."
Jenny: "Good lord, the last person to be procreating is /your/ side of the family tree."
Jenny: "I can hear them making babies already, she is far too happy. Her laughter is ringing through my ears."
Jenny: "It's giving me a headache"
Jenny: "I don't need little traitor templars to look after."
Jenny: "Absolutely intolerable behavior, she allows him to see her in her dressing gown."
Jenny: "Granted, she cannot dress up, but it is absolutely scandalous."
Jenny: "She is not covering her face while she smiles at him. She might as well be asking for it."
Jenny: "He should be made to look away. Put a screen between them. And a mediator to relay their sentances back in forth lest they say something improper."
Jenny: "And you will be footing the bill for that, dear brother."
Jenny: "Like a Confession box. Do wait, I am writing the priest right now to implore him to mediate."
Jenny: "I swear, Haytham, if the Clergy labels her a prostitute and executes her, I shall have your head for it."