In spite of herself, Rosmerta could admit there was a certain logic to the way he viewed it. It was flawed, in her opinion, but she could see how he'd arrived at the conclusions he had. It didn't really make him much less of a lech though, since he'd admitted he slept with the willing ones. And who wouldn't be willing to consummate their marriage with a handsome god? No, he was still a lech. He was just a more likeable lech.
“We are probably not going to agree on this,” she admitted, “but I understand where you are coming from.”
It was as close as he was going to get to an apology for her behavior. Because she did feel a little bit bad, now, that she'd been taking out her foul mood on him. It wasn't his fault she was in this situation. But at the same time, given his reputation, she felt she'd drawn an accurate conclusion. Until she spoke with him.
He was a bit... odd. But he seemed nice enough. He appeared to genuinely care about the people, and about providing the fertility for their lands and animals. Rosmerta cared too, so at least they could concur on that point. It might not be much, but it was a place to start, she supposed.
Still, she couldn't help but wonder, “So. What do we do now? There are certain expectations here, not just from those people in the village either, and I... we...” Rosmerta was rarely at a loss for words and it made her flush with embarrassment. “I think it's a given that we're both going to bless the fields. And eat. I really need to eat. But other than that... after that... after tonight... what do we do?”