There's plenty left to savor, it's a party. And the prettyboy elves keep restocking. "Wow, someone's got a fetish." Wait, did he mumble that out loud? Ignore that completely!

Nope he's not looking at any prettyboy elves. He's looking at Aleron. Definitely. "That's the thing that matters. This place is full of arranged marriages for families and wealth and peace, so it's...good, to see one for love happen. You ever want that, marriage?"