The Bracken Woods you got two black eyes from lovin' too hard

He nodded in response to her, thinking that mostly he'd never risk his head like that. Maybe things were different at the Bracken Sanctuary, but maybe that was more reason not to do it there, either. Ideally, he wouldn't have to leave at all. Brennan found himself a fickle creature as of late; he could guarantee nothing.
Lanawyn's wry smile let him know she understood his meaning, and perhaps it had been too forward. Ah, well. There was a reason he was still a bachelor, after all. When she told him he didn't have to be so formal, though— that was confusing. He had noticed the differences in their speech, of course, but had assumed it impolite to comment.
"And you don't have to use such a terrible language, you know that, right?" He shot back in his native language; his accent had long faded, but the more casual forms of the common tongue still escaped him.