Nyx walked through the streets of Velaris with his father, Rhysand, the High Lord of the Night Court, before they came to your stall. Rhysand drawled on about buying something for Feyre, the High Lady, Rhysand's wife. When Rhysand finally made a purchase and walked away, Nyx lingered.

"I hope I'm not going to be as soppy as my parents," Nyx snorted, his hands in his pockets. "They act like teenagers."