He gave her a look at her snort, wondering what she'd expected from him, but he happily followed her, busy thinking of ways to get the shades to clear out and make sure they'd be uninterrupted.

"Not since Minthe," it made him wince just thinking about the nymph. Their marriage had been young, and still he'd managed to fuck it up. He'd never forget her hurt face when she found out, or how she'd taken her vengeance on the nymph. "You are my only."