That earned her a laugh in return, even as a little pang of sadness bounced against the backs of his ribs.

Even when they'd been alone together, it had been Inquisitor as often as it had been his name... at least before it become amatus.

Though he suspected it was a much teasing as anything.

Moving closer, he brushed snow from one of the makeshift seats they'd made and join her by the fire.

"The worst was when someone didn't know," he added, leaning his elbows on his knees. "For a moment, I was just another person until someone let the Herald out of the bag."