I have no idea what you're talking about.

Sure you don't.

I am naive and innocent and disclaim all comprehension of what my wife finds distracting!

I cannot meaningfully respond to that bit of nonsense while my sister's in the room.

Nonsense? Princess, I object!

If you're so naive and innocent, explain how many orgasms I had last night. And this morning.

Kiss. I have no explanation at all.

Mmmmmkiss.

"Sometimes I wish Idaia had married someone she could keep her hands off for five minutes," Imliss mutters to Curufin.

Were you suggesting that I am the explanation, because that does me rather a lot of credit.

If you have an alternate hypothesis to present I'm all ears!

You're perfect and special. It's probably just that.

You're underestimating yourself.

Am I.

Well, I love you, and according to you the forms of charity perfect people engage in don't include pretending to like people who don't merit it, so logically you must be amazing.

Why are you so perfect -

True love?

Oh, god, Idaia, I missed you, I missed you so badly -

Oh, sweetheart, it's over now, I'm right here.

I know. He's holding her tightly enough strangers are staring.

We could probably have predicted this, Imliss sighs to Curufin.

I definitely did predict this.

Okay, then it's just me who should be exasperated with themself right now.

Wait, what were you expecting?

I was expecting them to continue being gooey at each other.