"...I got very elaborately decorated for the wedding. And once about a month ago I asked her how much she could get done if I gave her fifteen minutes, and it was nice but not really worth my fifteen minutes."
Edarial thinks that if there is an appropriate time to compliment Iobel on her good looks, now is not it. It will possibly never be it, considering the circumstances of their wedding. He expects that she doesn't feel anything in particular towards him except a business transaction for a smart reason. So, he'll just hold off on making it anything more than it is.
"It's not like I go around hoping to stun people with the exact color of my eyelids, anyway."
Raney laughs again. "Would you have to switch weapons if multiple people attacked you?"
"Eight. I remember because you were pouting about me becoming a spellbinder and wanted to guarantee a way for me to not utterly outclass you in every way," deadpans Edarial. "Thus, swordfighting."
"I take it you don't much care for swordfighting," Iobel says to Edarial, "but did it anyway?"
"Essentially. Though I would describe it more as being guilt tripped into doing it. Also threatened."