Moonspear helpless

Many seek company of the starwoman.

Then I will have to use my time with you as preciously as possible, he teased, his eyes flashing as he traced her once more, finding himself relaxing more in her friendly company. He did not know what to make of her implications she might take more than one lover—did not know how to feel of the fact aside that he digested it, accepting this was the culture he had settled in to, at least for now, and he would learn what he could in his time here, whether it be short or stretch on in to the length of his life. 

You strike me as a romantic at heart, he observed, his figure shifting in the cold winter wind, though he found himself warmed in her presence. Or am I wrong?