Eliza shook her head, tsking as she did so. "No, no, no, that won't do. We're here to make you forget, and a fae always pay their debts," whether promising him to make him forget was a 'debt' or not didn't matter. Eliza wasn't a fae, and he wasn't under her spell, and this was all a game and they were making up the rules as they went.
"Tell me about her," she said suddenly, between kissing hard down his neck, nipping at the prominent muscles and his collar bone through his shirt. She knew it was a girl. It was always a girl.