'I've no history or experience' he says, and Farogil raises a dubious eyebrow to go with his spreading smile. He's too handsome and flirty to have no experience at all. But he gets the point: Detlef doesn't know what he's doing either.

"Good."

Marion tugs at the lead in an attempt to reach grass that is surely more delicious than the grass at Faro's feet. He lets her go so that he can join Detlef, sitting with his back against the tree and their shoulders just barely touching.

"Good," he repeats, "Then... then we'll take our time and...figure it out as we go."