He gave a shrug as he continued to pet the goat that had moved half into his lap. "I don't care if we agree; I don't demand that any woman agree with anything that I say. I just ask for civility, and I think we've gotten that now that we've cleared the air a bit."
He laughed softly at her discomfiture, though it wasn't a cruel laugh by any means. "Well, I believe it's a given that we're not going to be physically joining and copulating in the dirt with the rest of them. What I propose we do is join the feast whenever you're ready, and when the time comes for the mating, we break out the chalice and the athame. After tonight, I will show you the home I keep for my Queen; I choose to live in the forests most of the time and commune with my animals. For a year you will be considered my wife, with all the privileges and responsibilities of a married woman. After the year is up? You are free to do anything you want. You will likely have no end of suitors, because a Queen is a highly sought after mate."