"What was what?" There's a lot of things she could be demanding an explanation to that he just did. He leaves the bed, stepping over to a dresser along a wall and starts taking jewelry off his horns with the help of a mirror.

"You are here for your people, the end of this war, not for me." He glances back at 'me', a pointed look at the bed as well.

"Tradition be damned, don't pretend otherwise."