I will do nothing of the sort kind sir. It is a custom in my land for lords to meet every Fortnight and injest mead and beast and speak of the lives of the peasantry. Yet thou dost travel far and wide with thy bravarian peasant wagon chasing other peasants. Thy fellow lords grow weary of your absence from ye olde tavern. Is thy a peasnt or a rich silver tongued lord? Does thy not like a fine maidens bossom? Does thy prefer the coarse strands or another gentlemans chest?