"You will not need to be alone with Ianthe, but until I find a suitable replacement, she still serves our court. She was whipped soundly for her red flowers nonsense," he had very nearly killed her. Feyre had only frozen up really because of that. They could have eventually gotten past everything else.
"You can be with Alis," once he made it clear to the woman should she humor Feyre's willfulness her nephews would pay the price, "or Lucien."