[It was so simple that it actually gave Sieglinde pause, a comical moment where she just stared past him into nothing in the clearing, brow furrowed before the eureka. "I.O.U." "I owe you". Homonyms. Ah.

Damn it. Quick to try and act like she totally knew that, Sieglinde affected a casual manner, continuing to dab the balm on his wounds as if she hadn't asked a silly question.]

While I have trouble believing a man would be able to stray once he satisfied himself with me, your services sound of use. I shall reserve one for the future, then.

[Totally no problem, yeah. Nevermind what she just said...]