Neverwinter Forest lxviii. bring it on back, bring it on back

no worries!

Lótë's cheeks warmed beneath the cover of fallowskin fur, only just then reading the intentions hidden between the lines. While it was true that her inclinations occasionally tended towards the fairer sex, the painter was more of a reserved and traditional type -- casual flings and the like just weren't in her nature. 

"I - ah, no," she stammered, somewhat embarrassed. Her ears dipped back to rest against her skull as her gaze slid to the side nervously -- an awkward chuckle escaping beneath her breath. "My former husband is no more. But I am happily married to another now." It did not matter if Aiolos did not share her bedfurs. It was not a lie that she had found contentment in her marriage to him. 

"What of you?" she attempted to redirect the conversation. "Is there a husband -- or wife -- at home?" She had known wolves in her homeland who did not restrict their appetites to their spouses, perhaps Diesel was one such canid.