"Sorry, no," he says, bluntly, which means that he's not really sorry at all. The trouble is, of course, that he doesn't really care about some woman who used to make candles. Why should he? He's got the light at the inn, which means that he doesn't remember names.

"We can go hunt for bees," he offers. "Maybe if I find them, I can get some of the honey after you take care of the wax?"