Inigo chuckles, smiling happily. "Oh, relax brother! I'll leave her to you, if that's what you wish." Then, hearing Zephiel approach, he turns around. "Lighten up, Zeph! I suppose you've grown tired of all these fair ladies visiting us? Honestly, it sickens me to think that there's a rumor out there that we eat the one's we dislike..." Inigo visibly shudders at this. Honestly, the things that the townspeople come up with make him sick at times..