Dragoncrest Cliffs swell of the sea

There is something happening in this benign exchange he can not quite put his finger on, but suddenly he feels uncomfortable. "Oui," he repeats, his rumbling voice awkward. He glances between Wildfire and heda, and dips his head slightly. He clears his throat. "Er." Hm. "Shall I ..." The steltrona trails off, unsure how to exactly say "fuck off from this conversation and leave you and your wife to talk", but makes a vague gesture indicating something along those lines.