"Oh yeah, that husband thing," Sawyer mutters, a slight exhale passing between his teeth. Though he hasn't met the man, Sawyer certainly holds no love for him — but in this city, there's nothing even vaguely resembling even ground between the two of them. Sawyer knows that. "We're back in the days of husbands managing the household, aren't we?"

Crossing his arms comfortably over his chest, Sawyer tilts his head at Ilithyia, the teasing nature of his smile fading slightly in the wake of her gaze.

"You look pretty worried. Does that mean I should start freakin' out now?" he asks softly. Truth is, it's kind of heartwarming to have someone worrying about his well-being. A nice contrast to how little Sawyer's been looking after it himself.