Aldaras snorts. "She is not a turnip. Also, not my lover." (He tries very hard not to look dejected about this fact. It only sort of works.) "Regardless. If you're not fine with me inviting her over, or if you want some time alone after - everything, I'll give it to you. Okay?"
"Yup, got it. Cool, thanks. Now stop eyefucking the phone and call her, if that keeps going on any longer I'll start selling tickets to a phone and brother peep show."
(Funny, how he wasn't thinking of important things to tell her until he was talking to her. He didn't even mean for that to happen, but he's not complaining.)
"Lucky me," he agrees, softly. "I - um. Do you want to come over, or - if you're busy it's completely fine if you don't, or - if you don't want to, that's fine too."
"That's okay. My sister's here - we actually share the apartment, I don't know if it's a factor of whether you want to come over or not...?"
"No," says Zevaia, in a deadpan. "I want to never ever meet the person you are stuck in eternal love forever with. You'll have to go to some back alleys or an inn or something if you want to ever fuck her, 'cause you can't do that shit here, I'm a huge fucking prude."
"Hello," he says.
Zevaia surveys this from her spot on the couch. So far, so good. She's a little bothered by the necklace making Aldaras fall in love without his permission, but if he seems happy after she's willing to let it slide.
"I think at this point you can have standing hug permission," says Annie, hugging him back. "Hi, you must be Zevaia. I'm Annabelline, Annie's fine."
Zevaia waves. "Yup, Zevaia. Vai's fine for me. Hey! Nice to meet you, I am being very understanding about this entire situation. Ald, you continue to have zero excuse to not get me a kickass present when you inevitably are socially obligated to get me a thing."
"Hey, I like having nice shit. You have methods to get nice shit. Therefore, you should get me nice shit."