He simply shrugged off her scowl before answering. "That is Kimat's choice, not mine. If he chooses to not make it public, I will honor it, and I know that what I tell one wife, all of them soon know. And what is the saying about secrets? 'Three can keep a secret if two are dead?' Though I suspect he will rather go public about it, if only so the female kitsunes will give him the time of day."<br/><br/>He paused before raising an eyebrow at the mention of the theater, before following. "So she is her mother's high priestess and a performer. She is a bard, isn't she?"<br/><br/>He said bard the same way most people would say 'bubonic plague,' his opinion about the breed rather firmly established and well known to his companions even before he had been required to keep them all. Despite his words and tone, though, he took his seat in his black furred kitsune form, eager to see what his divine daughter was doing. He was curious as to what all his kids were doing, but keeping up with his own thirty or so and the adopted twenty five was difficult, mostly because of the large number dragons, who tended to be loners by nature.