[Very mysterious. It is rather nice she's no longer ignoring that which story was the truthful one is quite obvious now. It's a lot, of course, but... if he thinks of him as a demon, or what they understand demons to be, it makes quite a bit of sense.

Except the whole marrying part. That's a bit off.]

S'not really the first husband I've --

[He clears his throat. I mean. It's definitely far from the first husband he's cucked. But he doesn't do that nowadays. As... as often. Look, Julie said she needed fun, Nadine had agreed, and it was fun. That's enough for him. Even if, apparently, her husband had been on this world. At some point.

Boo on him. That's what he gets for leaving! And, apparently, taking terrible care of such a lovely woman.]

Why, you're Nadine Cross, storyteller extraordinaire. A spreader of education. Appreciative of the quiet beauty of snow and music. Though I don't think you need anyone telling you who you are. [He leans back against the barn door, flicking snow from his hanging bangs.] If that's what you were afraid would drive me off, then I am happy to disappoint. Now that you're free, you have all the time in the world to decide who, or what, you want to be. Hardly anything wrong with a bit of self-discovery.