For a moment, Timothy wasn't quite sure what she meant. He had not had any idea where the conversation was heading when she had first begun speaking. Marlowe Forfang was her penname. Her words began to fully click in his mind. How many times had he thought that he might like to pick the scholars mind? To see what Forfang thought beyond their focus on werewolves?

"I knew I was marrying someone brilliant but not quite how much, it seems" he finally said, words not quite coming to mind. He was taciturn by nature so that was hardly surprising.