Eventually Tamlin fell silent, letting the last notes waft away in the breeze and enjoying the quiet life in the night: the gentle wind, the rustle of leaves and the grass, even the smell of flowers.  There was a special kind in the garden that only opened at night, filling the air with sweetness.<br/><br/>It was peaceful, nearly enough to lull him to sleep right there...  He glanced down at Ranuk, watching the demon's tails curl and uncurl, the movement kind of mesmerizing.<br/><br/>"You...  You are really not what I expected."  Tamlin sounded mystified, a blend of relief and bemusement.  He had expected a fiance who would terrorize him at any opportunity, who would be aggressive and demeaning...  And he knew Ranuk might still be a little like that, but so far, the elf's fears did not match what he was experiencing.