"I know, darling. You don't have to tell me to keep clean," Felih laughs, aiming a cheeky grin at his beloved. Felih is incredibly fastidious about cleanliness and grooming, and he wouldn't stand to have himself dirtied.

"Don't fret, darling. I'll get them cleaned up, so you don't have to worry about a thing," he chirps, reassuring him with a gentle pat to his hand. "Perhaps next time you go out, I could cast a protective barrier around you? Maybe a knockback barrier, so any fae trying to play tricks will just have it thrown right back in their face..."