Successful Exchange
Defi only wanted to know how much of his idle thoughts had been right. He didn't ask because he was ignorant in matters of love.
"I know enough of romance as one would reasonably expect one my age to know," he retorted. "And I find myself with no wish to cultivate so permanent a shackle."
"Are you a man or a boy?" Brellor Ankerlan lifted his head from his work, smirking. "Yet so innocent, to think dalliance would lead to marriage. Should I recommend a few places in the city to encourage your education?"
"No." Defi didn't want to engage with such a conversation. "Are you satisfied with the balm then, mestre?"
"Surprisingly." Brellor looked curious. "You have made this yourself?"
"So far from the city, there is need for some skill with minor medications." Defi shrugged the feat off.
"It is usable then?" Erel took the rest of the small pot, examining the yellow balm inside.