<div align="center">Kyle</div><br/>With an amused smirk on his face, Kyle replies, “Giselle, if I thought my parents would have a problem with you staying with us, I would not have made the invitation. Although I feel I must warn you, my mother has been … pestering me for the last several years to find a nice girl to marry and start a family with. She will be delighted to have a lady friend of mine staying with us. She will already be envisioning what the wedding will be like and anticipating finally having grandchildren. I doubt she will even care about our racial differences. Father on the other hand will certainly call me aside to ask what is wrong with the local human girls. They both will likely not believe that there is nothing going on between us. Mom will set up the guest room, but smile and giggle while saying something about keeping to our separate rooms. Father will be more blunt and simply suggest that we’re going to end up together anyway, why bother with even showing you the guest room.”<br/><br/>When Giselle stops and says she is calling relatives, Kyle stops too quite curious about how she is going to make this call. Not really the type to eavesdrop he still cannot help himself from wanting to hear what is said, so he checks to make sure his hand is resting on the hilt of his sword. Only to discover that his left hand is already there without him even realizing he was doing it. He watches in amazement as she makes a threeway video call via her enchanted mirror. At the boyfriend comment he looks away pretending a lack of interest, trying to appear to be just patiently waiting, but cannot help noticing the glances in his direction.<br/><br/>Once outside by the motorcycle Kyle looks at Giselle with a playful grin on his face. “No boyfriend … yet. That implies there is a possibility of one. Is there somebody here you have your eye on? Wait don’t answer that let me guess. You have your eye on Tiagar or maybe the wizard Zelith. No wait I know you want Aubert. No. Ah I know the old man serving the ice cream. That’s it you’re after the ice cream man. Shall I drop you off at his house? I doubt his wife will be very welcoming though.” He laughs and climbs on the Harley.