Ismark laughs quietly. "A boyfriend no doubt," he remarks. Stepping outside to where the crowd waits, Ismark holds his hand up in silence. "Is there any here that call Gertrude friend? if so, step forward."
If any do so, then Ismark will take them aside. "This is important, lad/lass, for time is scarce nowadays. I reckon that Gertrude is with a young man, enjoying his company somewhere discrete away from her mother's over-protective eyes. What can you tell me about this? And no lying to me now, for I have witches and wolves to slay to make Barovia safe."