Oh, what has he done? The elf covers his face with his hand, shaking his head in embarrassment.

"Spoken is- is fine," he mumbles through his fingers. When he does move his hand from his face, it's to take a hearty gulp of cordial. Finally, a little braver than he feels and face still quite pink: "I think I feel safer with 'several'. That would need to be some kiss, to make up for all the traveling and fighting I do- have you ever been to the Fallow Mire?" As nice as kisses sound, Lasulahn doesn't have the experience to believe himself worthy of any sort of kiss that could be worth someone putting their life in danger, whether or not it was for the good of the world.