"I swear on my name, it is true! Three acts as they go over their romance to their engagement to their untimely demise- I think they had the act ordered by a jealous Merchant Prince or something? It wasn't very good. Operas that are rushed tend to be mediocre." He settled back, arm draped over his chair, posture open, skin pleasantly flush.

"What, the ears were not sign enough? Oh, oh- you are from one of the worlds without elves! How strange."