She chuckles again wickedly. "Of that you may be certain." The words are almost a purr, a vibration of her lips against his skin as she kisses her way along his neck to the underside of his jaw. "What do you know of this, Caranthir? How is it spoken of or taught among your people?"

She knows he has never lain with another, and that to do so is a commitment, but beyond that she does not know. Surely they at least speak of it to one another, as curious youths do?