#brightwindsbarony

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"Yes, my elf lord?" Irene's mother puts on a faux demure look

"Stop calling me that," Morthwyl fusses, "Honey, you clearly have a drop of fae blood. The enchantment will last a bit longer, and I am glad you seemed pleased, but I don't know what I did on samhain, if I treated you... honorably"

She fights the urge to roll her eyes, god he's gorgeous, but a bit clueless, "You treated me very well, I am sure. In fact, I liked my treat. More please?" they are alone, of course.

Morthwyl blushes furiously, "I think you're still a bit under the mist yourself. One of the reasons I feel I took advantage. You see, Unseelie have no honor, they live for passion before duty and..."

"I know," She says "I know your courts more or less and their codes. I also know the escheat. It'll pass, I know. But while I'm brave and , frankly selfish enough, I'd like to ask you to enchant me a bit more often. I'd ask Irene to do it, but I put my liittle girl in danger of that Escheat thing."

"The right of ignorance is important," He points out to her "VERY, the baroness may not approve of me skirting it. You need an ordinary life touched by magic, not a magical life touched by normalcy"

She sulks, and then asks "I thought you and I.. liked each other, a lot. Not just the sex..."

Morthwyl ahems at that then says "Of course not just the... you're an amazing woman, kinain or no, you have the work ethic of a draft horse, and the loyalty of a fine hunting hound."

In all her most romantic fantasies, she is pretty sure she never once imagined her paramour telling her she was part draft horse, part hound, "Wow. A horse dog. Really?"

"Well, best qualities of both and I..." he notices her raised brow, "Have I said something wrong?"

"Nooooo" YEESS..

Mortwyl almost winces at that lie, "You're upset."

"Nah," YUP.

"My house's boon allows me to know when someone is lying," he points out logically, "Now I may have mistepped."

"You're callilng me a LYING Horse dog now," her eyes grow just a bit flinty

"Well, you did just lie, but as to the horse dog..." He stammers

"You know what? " She frowns, "I don't care if you do look like a shirtless captain America with elf ears, and are a fantastic lover, you should go now. yes I was lying, but you could have rolled with that. But you know? My daughter's in this world, I love my daughter. seelie or un. She likes you. I REALLY like you. But I can't help but be annoyed how patronizing you're being as if I'm not an equal in this relationship of ours," She pokes his chest, "You maybe a fancy knight straight out of a fantasy cover, but I am not your pet. I have good reason for wanting to be enchanted a bit more, for her sake, for OUR sake, and damnit it for mine. You say the baroness might have trouble? At least ask for permission, don't pat me on the head. Now, get out." A glare, "I'm mad at you."

"I.. I..." confusion "I would make amends."

"I suggest flowers and choclates, but not today. Go. You're lucky, I'll probably forget all this and you can come back as if you never acted like a jackass rampant.. that's right, I speak your heraldry lingo! Shoo!"

"But.." He protests not sure how this happened but he has moved closer to the door.

She holds up a finger pointing at the door

And Morthwyl, feared knight, slayer of thallian, Lord of a summer house, flees!

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