Honestly, it's their loss. You're absolutely charming. [Tyki sighs.] Not that a good rut, as you put it, doesn't have it's value. But I'm not one to hop directly into bed no matter how stunning the person is. If you're the village slattern, I'm the town prude. Neither of us will get fondly looked upon, I'm afraid.

[Another sigh follows, and Tyki is off screen for a moment and the sound of rummaging around can be heard. Moments later he reappears, with a wine bottle in one hand. It looks mostly full too.] If you can still trust me at all with you, after what you saw, I'll come around with cards, food, wine and blankets. Sound like a plan for warmth and companionship?