Mm~ Even as you say that, I shan't be so complacent.

[Ithaqua lets go of Urianger's finger now, having gotten a good idea of its size. He's thinking of designs now. Stones, metals. Silver? No, a bit soft for active people.

Then he wraps his hands around his mead.]

Making one happy the bare minimum as a spouse, but I refuse to simply settle for bare minimum. I shall keep you happy.