Greatwater Lake wrapped them in "I don't owe you a damn thing"

It's the wrong question - at least to her. A self-proclaimed monster, sweeter than any of the suitors who've tried to beguile her. It's incomprehensible, to her anyhow, how he could treat her with such warmth. 

Best not to question it though, it's a decided improvement over the treatment she's received in times past - and definitely preferable. 

"Hmm, I 'ad nae 'eard zat before," the slyph teased back softly, head tilting at the concept. "But ye need nae tell me if'n ye zink it vill ruin yer  vish."