[Oh, how he will never tire at the sight of Hector blushing at the smallest sign of affection. (Even if, in combination with other things, it is a little worrying, too.)

At least his skills still work so well.]

I appreciate the vote of confidence, yet I don't believe harems are for me. How could a man get a word in edgewise? [Spoken like a man who doesn't take over nearly every conversation he's a part of. And many he isn't.] Ah. Oh. I may have a type, yes, but that does nothing to erase your own natural charms. I've met far surlier.

[He means, by some standards, Hector is practically a bright flower.

He stops them under a swinging wooden sign depicting some tentacled creature wrapped around a boat. From the look of it and the smells emenating outside, certainly a tavern. He tugs at Hector's hand.] Shall this suffice? Perhaps you can fill me in on the potential fantasies you've had involving us and harems. Or other silver-haired charmers.

[Look, if he’s gonna throw the idea out there…]