[ If there was a type of weather that was attached to this man, it would be a hurricane, most assuredly-- because he could feel himself getting swept up in it. It was somewhat to how he felt with Jester, except this was far more.. something. He could not really put a name to it; and that grip on his arm was tight, with the little vine of goo wrapping around both of their arms like some handfasting ritual made out of sadistic ichor. ]

Old-timey?

[ He is blinking now as he glances around, and then his gaze hits Iggy, finally allowing whatever it said to compute. ]

This is so soon, we do not even have rings? [ Helpful really was that one vine was attempting to curl around his ring finger in mockery of a wedding ring, he lifted his hand, well both their hands up and then he squints. ]

Alright, a wierd non-contextual question but-- is this normal for you?