"I live with my brother in a small house close to the woods. Tis a simple, small cottage with books enough for his mind and a larder large enough for my stomach." Even though it is still a question of how long they might stand one another- they have fared well thus far. It's a simple enough thing to not wish one another dead.

His mirth holds until that one...comment. And while she is dear to him, while he is glad to hold her as they come closer to the village that is one tale he would rather not hear ever again. Expression shuttering, lips pressed thin, he rumbled. "...I would thank you not to mention that particular tale. Tis a vicious rumor, little more, and slander at it's worst. If you've any love for me you shall not mention it in this village."