Broken Antler Fen half of my heart

Eljay didn't answer him, but his wife did. Tambourine's brow rose and he whistled, impressed by the title. It was a little less whimsical than Maia's, a little more grounded in reality. He couldn't help but wonder where his own alias would fall on the spectrum, though he supposed only time would tell. And Wraen. He thought he might like to consult her about this, possibly also tease her a bit about not mentioning something so in character for her.

"Yes, ma'am," he replied to Maia's urging, "I'm on it." He winked, a gesture that might have felt flirtatious under different circumstances. But there was no such intent and, besides, her husband was standing right there.

That made him wonder something, though: did Wraen have a man too? Once the thought took root in his brain, Tambourine knew he wouldn't rest until he found out. But he wouldn't ask either of these two. He was an adult and a gentleman; he would discuss it with the lady in question, not her relatives like some sort of middle school gossip.

Instead, he clapped his paws together and said brightly, "So, does this place have a rendezvous site?"