Tehr listened intently, giving her all the attention and focus she desired.  Yet his mind whirled wildly as he listened.  A magical garden that encouraged fertility, that was the work of a blue mage if ever he'd heard one.  Perhalps it was indeed blessed by the gods, but Tehr knew that the spell he used to render himself infertile once a week was one that could also be reversed.  He had also heard, from rumors mostly, that such spells may even allow for cross breeding of species that normally wouldn't be allowed to conceive.  Halflings and Humans could not mate under normal circumstances, though if magic were to give a nudge... well... stranger things had happened when magic was involved.  Doubtlessly if the garden was under some sort of fertility spell, it would counteract his infertility, at least while he remained in it's zone of effect.  Were he to lay with a fertile woman, doubtless he'd find himself a father.  Human or half breed for certain, and possibly with the more human races like elf or orc.  He doubted that a halfling lass would conceive his child, unless the magic on this garden was very strong.  But it wasn't something he'd choose to put to the test.  Still it made him wonder if it were a divine blessing or a magic user's influence.<br/><br/>He followed her into the grove, glad that he had already slaked his lusts before dinner.  Now would not be the time or place to remind Emily of his desire to remain unattached, and certainly a pregnancy with her would be an attachment that he would not want.  So as she pulled him towards the grove he steered her to a small bench there.  Sitting and drawing her down as well, he smiled broadly at her.  He would use humor, as she seemed to at least accept that even when he had something to say that was not what she may want to hear.  "So, lets see here miss d'Ravos," he chuckled, "You and your father both want me to walk with you in a garden of fertility.  I've said I want to tie house Ravos to Wynt in an alliance, I hope you're not expecting it to be a blood alliance.  For surrounded by warriors and outriders such as yourself and your family, I'm afraid that any resistance I offered would end with my spilled blood!"<br/><br/>He chuckled lightly to show that he was joking and he wasn't really afraid of being harmed by her.  But the polite reminder was there that he'd mentioned to her in the past, that he wasn't able to tie himself to her through marriage or even the remote outside chance of children.<br/><br/>Of course, he also knew how weak willed he was when it came to resisting women.  On that note he was glad he'd already had sex several times a day, his seed, even if spilled, would be weak at best.<em>'Between the amount I've had sex today, my spell, and our disparity in race, I'd probably be safe even if I did spill inside her while in this garden,'</em>he told himself foolishly.  He also wanted to make a note to ask her who the halfling was that was sitting with her father at dinner.  If that were the mage he were to face in the morning, he'd better be ready.  The man didn't seem to care for Tehr.