[ He does, indeed, partake of the thoughts flitting through your mind as he slips into the room. He sifts through them, as if he was sipping from a drink that whose taste he initially found curious, and eventually came to enjoy. What occupies him more at the moment is the way you look from where he is in the entrance to the rooms that the both of you will be sharing for the next few days: you dressed in a manner suited to your station within his realms, arrayed in colors that suit you best, silhouetted against the gentle illumination of the fragments of the dragon eggshells that remain of Avalon's moons. Winters are always mild in Titania Silvertongue's lands, so there is no unpleasant chill wafting through the open windows. Nevertheless, there's a glance from your fiancee towards the main fireplace, and that is all it takes for the rosewood logs within it to set themselves on fire.
Smiling now, as he moves over to where you are. ]
She likes you.
[ Perhaps he need not explain which "she" he is referring to, given what you were just thinking about. ]
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Smiling now, as he moves over to where you are. ]
She likes you.
[ Perhaps he need not explain which "she" he is referring to, given what you were just thinking about. ]