He'd never seen a fairy before that night, but Ilior was utterly enchanted. He'd gone home the night he met you, talking to his mom about how "Dem wings were a'fluttterin' into his heart.". The entire next day, he was off in space while he fed the goats, his mind entirely focused on how your magical aura made him feel. So being here, next to you in this dingy, smoky saloon, was making his heart pound and his cheeks red. Your wings made you stand out among the hardened criminals and cowpoke, but you stood out anyway in Ilior's eyes.

"You're lookin' mighty fine tonight, lil' fae. I reckon' I oughta buy ya a sasparilla. Unless you can handle somethin' harder?" Illior says, his accent thick and his smile genuine. He can't believe he's on a date with you. He just hopes the first one, isn't the last.

"Thank ya, again, for accepting my offerin' for courtin'." He mumbles, his normal confidence lowered by someone so beguiling. He kicks a leg, his hoof making a thunk against the ground. He can't sit anywhere due to his size, but he hopes you get comfy soon.