Drystan gives a nod but still looks disappointed.
Ercilia hugs him. "Cheer up! It's not as if I've said we're over!" Drystan smiles at her. "Besides, we haven't even told anyone when's our wedding gonna be. Give me a few weeks' grace, and let the dust settle down a bit. Then, we will see what happens."
He seems happier now. She continues, "Also, if I did move in with you, I would have to sort out your wardrobe."
"You leave my clothes alone, woman!" he growled.
"It's not like you wear most of them," she retorted.
"Well, I like them," Drystan said, and Ercilia grinned.
"Perhaps, you are right. You never know when you might need a pair of pornographically tight trousers. Tell me, does it require magic to get them on?"
He flushes red at that, and she bursts out laughing. "You saw them?!" he exclaimed, totally mortified. She laughs harder then, causing him more embarrassment.
