Respectfully decline.

"Forgive me, Jana." You stammer. "Your... man and I haven't quite gone that far yet. Gods truth, I'm not sure I'd feel comfortable ever going that far with Donald. Y-you see, I truly prefer women. It's just... my feelings for Donald are... complex."

In truth, you liked Donald. As a friend, as a companion. As an ally, and a potential brother-in-law. You'd let him suck your cock back in Beatha, but it was special circumstances. And as for stroking him off, well you'd only done that to curry favour with him, to lead him on.

"Say no more, Edward." Jana says cordially, holding up a hand in peace. "Ye wouldn't be the first... otherwise uninterested man the bugger's worked his wiles with."

At that, Donald can't help but smirk.

"No hard feelings, Edward." Donald states. "I'm attracted to you, aye, but you know I'd never do anything you were uncomfortable doin'."

"Of course." You respond.

The three of you eventually climb out of the couple's bed, dress, and return to the main living area of their suite.

Sitting, sharing another drink, the three of you discuss a number of topics, including plans each of you have for your kingdoms, your intentions to wed Kara, King Coinneach's recent ill health, and the good health of Donald and Kara's son together.

After around an hour, a rap on the door alerts you.