[ The invasion of space is welcoming beyond words, and it feels like what coming home must feel like. He settles into the space beside her hip, opting to sit down with his legs hanging over the bed's edge. ]

Should I be appalled that you're gossiping about me?

[ Her comment makes him stop, brow furrowing for just a moment. He doesn't know if suitor is the correct word to use with Cyril just yet. He's hesitant to put a label on anything in case the elf gets bored of him. Emotions are messy and sex is distracting. It's a much better alternative to heartbreak. ]

And how is our spirit friend treating you? I don't have to have words with him, do I?