Of course his mate didn't see the cultural stigma of her peculiar preferences. It took all he had in him not to facepalm. Though, at least she gave in, and accepted the situation for what it was. With a nod, he followed behind her quietly. 

The smirk on Rhy's face was telling, and it only served to re-affirm feelings of dread. He did not know what she was planning, only that it was like as not to be either embarrassing, or uncomfortable. Most likely both, at the same time. 

As she pointed to the Aetheryte, he looked at it, confused. [color=#FFE58F]"Yes, darling that is an Aethery—"[/color] Cutting himself off, his eyes widened at the splendor before him, [color=#FFE58F]"I see. I assume this is what you wanted to show me?"[/color] Being pulled into her embrace, he tripped slightly before composing himself. [color=#FFE58F]"Yes, it's beautiful."[/color] Smiling he looked to his mate, [color=#FFE58F]"As are you."[/color]