Yeah, he'd address both the husband and the divinity thing later. Like after he'd made sure the animals that could be released--like the birds--were released, and the ones that were for eating were... not. Really, you'd think they'd realize that the Lord of Animals wasn't really keen on noshing on his buddies. But he didn't say anything to his wife, just whispered sweet words of Gaelic to the lovebirds and let them fly out the window. "Thank you. And don't worry, you don't have to call me your husband. I'm not, not really. We'll get back to other things in a moment, but right now, I'd like to know your name. And a little bit about you, because just calling you "wife," "woman," or "hey, you," is probably going to get me nailed by evil looks and I'd really rather not be the victim of an angry woman smiting me. So, I'll go first. I'm Cernunnos, Lord of Animals, and we're not going to be roasting any of my friends for dinner. And you are?" He sat down cross-legged on the floor in front of her, dipping two mugs from the table into the bucket of milk and offering one to her. "If you need some help with the flowers, I'd be honored to help you get them untangled and unbraided."