Liliana peered at him. "...Ignis...?" she asked slowly.

His voice, yes, but not his speech patterns. And he certainly didn't call her 'my lady.' Her tiny, beady eyes narrowed, making them much tinier and beadier.

"If you are not my paramour, who are you and why are you in my bed?"

That was hardly a fair question, Liliana. You were a squirrel.