The young woman's terse and demanding nature coupled with the fact that she still pointed a rather sharp-looking war implement in his direction had left Brendan flabberghasted and quite on the defensive. "W-what?!" he managed at her angry inquisition. "Ah-I woudl never - NO! Certainly not against your will. L-look, the spell was simply meant to bridge the gap between two worlds and allow those meant to be together to find one another. "<br/><br/>Brendan let out an exhasperated sigh and attempted to regain some composure. "Look... I think I'm getting off on the wrong foot with you. I certainly don't expect you or anyone else to be some kind of ... magical concubine to me. I'm just trying to find love." His shoulders slumped and his eyes went to the floor as he considered those last words with a sinking heart but quickly shook himself from his melancholy reverie. "Are... you perhaps hungry or thirsty?" He said, making a motion to the staircase. "Perhaps we could go upstairs and find something to your liking and then maybe we can ... just talk?"