"Wh-- Oh, right. Of course the Arcana of relationships would know about us." That doesn't mean Gil appreciates the invasion of his privacy. Hell, Thorne didn't even know yet.

Alright, focus. Glamour smoulders under his fur, and he meets Lovers' eyes with a dry grin as he pulls on his Contract: what are your fears, PSYCHE? "Should I be glad you approve?"