Cernunnos was, to say the least, nonplussed. He sipped his milk quietly, pleased with the sweet, creamy taste as it slid down his throat, and it certainly gave him something to do other than letting loose with a bunch of words that probably wouldn't have shocked the woman in front of him but would've anyone else.
He just sat in silence, sipping from the mug and trying to organize thoughts and responses into a coherent speech. He dipped a second mug out of the bucket, but balanced it on his knee as he looked over the rim at his bride.
"There's plenty of fairy cake for you to eat, and there is a great feast outside with a little of everything." Without being beckoned, the goat came over and laid its head in Cernunnos' lap, and the god scratched behind its ears. "And yes, you are correct in assuming that we will not be killing and eating either the goat or the lamb." What part of Lord of the Animals didn't you comprehend? balanced on his tongue, but he didn't let those antagonistic words spill out.
"Fasting before a harvest celebration is... not the way things are usually done." He frowned as he thought of it. "You should not have been starved, and for that I apologize." Even though I had nothing to do with it.
"As for me being a lech, I most certainly am not." He was a little bit offended, and a little bit amused, and at the moment, the two emotions were fairly well balanced. Depending on what came out of her mouth, though, that could change. "I accept the brides that are offered to me because it is expected of me. I didn't descend from the sky and demand the tastiest virgin in the village; I was offered the first bride as thanks for the fertile growth of crops and livestock. To refuse would have caused more upset and trouble and despair to the people than I could stand. And so I let them have their ceremonies."
He sighed, deeply. This next part was so distasteful, to speak of things openly. Didn't matter that it was a woman who was, if she was to be believed, his female counterpart. Sacred feminine to his sacred masculine, and all that. "I have no wish to consummate anything with you, either, Rosmerta. Despite your divinity and obvious affinity for the land and the people who live here, I would rather use the sword and the chalice, and continue the symbolism than perform the actual act." He raised a finger. "But if a woman given to me is willing, then I will participate. I have not, nor will I, force an unwilling woman to do anything against her will."
His features darkened with a scowl. "And what is this you told me of not being offered the Chalice? The ritual of the Chalice and the Athame is one of the most important, and would have saved both of us a lot of trouble and discussion if you'd just come out bearing the cup." That was the closest he'd come to demanding details, because he had the feeling that Speak, woman! wouldn't work with this particular divine being.