"I hoped you'd be the first face I saw after I got off of the boat, but I didn't have much luck." Azura replied as she scanned him. "Why are you so soaked?"

"I- it was raining..." He replied sheepishly.

"Sure it was." Azura paused. "You expect me to believe that? The ocean was completely still the whole ride here."

"That's the truth." You said nervously. You didn't like Azura one bit.

"And who are you?" She asked.

"His girlfriend..." You mumbled quietly.

"What was that?" Azura put her hands on her hips. "You know what? I need to go do my job. Garroth, do you want to come with?" She added seductively.

"N-no, I'm actually b-busy." He replied, momentarily glancing at you. You were lucky that Garroth was faithful to you, but you couldn't help being annoyed with the way he stuttered around Azura.

"Fine. You help that needy girl. I've gotta get to a meeting with the Lord here." Azura strutted away.

You clung to Garroth's arm and drug him to your house. Once you were inside, you needed to know what was up.

You went behind the first door you saw, which happened to lead to the bathroom, and pulled him in. "Do you have feelings for her?"

Garroth froze. "No. That's silly. Why would you say that?" He spoke rapidly.

"I couldn't help but notice the way that you gawked at her." You said jealously.

"She's nothing to me. I'm with you." He defended himself.

"Then why can't you just talk to her normally, tell her you're taken, and then dismiss her?"

Garroth shook his head. "I don't know."

You opened the door and stomped out of the bathroom. "I'm going to change my clothes and do my hair. You should do the same." You said coldly.

Garroth opened the front door. "Bye ____." He stepped outside. You pushed the door closed behind him and locked it.

***

It had been a few hours, so you were now completely dry and ready. You had blown off some steam, so you weren't as angry.

There was this persistent knocking at the door that made you kind of mad too. It was followed by Garroth's voice begging to be let in. You glanced at the door, where you could see Garroth's hot face on the other side. He had cleaned up nicely.

Stop being attractive. You tried telling him with your mind.

Stop it.

You couldn't just leave him at your doorstep. Were you going to have to get up and talk to him?

"Fine." You groaned, letting him in.

"Are you still mad?" Was the first thing he asked after stepping inside.

"I'm not mad. What would make you think I was mad?" You asked, crossing your arms.

"Nothing." He said, making sure not to give you an actual reason to be angry with him. He walked over and sat on the couch.

You stood behind the couch, working in the kitchen so that you wouldn't have to be near Garroth. "What's up with you and that girl?" You asked as calmly as you could manage.

"Nothing." He said.

"Liar." You immediately responded.

"I don't like her or anything. I just have trouble talking to her because... Well... She likes me."

Finally you heard some truth. But you didn't like that newfound information. "Is it just all of the girls with blonde hair and blue eyes that have a thing for you?" You sassed.

"What do you mean?"

Whoops. He didn't know about Zoey. "N-nothing."

"Alright. I believe you. I'm not the one here who's mad." Garroth leaned back on the couch a little more comfortably.

"Just stay away from Azura. That's all I want." You said, walking over towards the couch.

"About that... Lord Aphmau wants me to handle the trading with Bright Port, which involves me directly talking to Azura." Garroth sighed.

"Doesn't Lord Aphmau know you have a girlfriend?" You said pointedly.

"Yeah. She's not sending us off on a date. She probably doesn't even know about Azura's crush." Garroth said.

"Azura'll probably see it as a date." After pausing, you came up with a great plan. "Let me come with you whenever you talk to her."

"I can't. We also have to discuss some things that I'm not allowed to tell anyone else about. Not even you." Garroth got up and squeezed you tightly. "You're just going to have to have to trust me."

You looked into his blue eyes, hearing Zoey's words of wisdom in the back of your mind. "If he cheats, you can dump his sorry butt." You could imagine her sassy tone.

"Alright. I trust you."