Dean nearly winced. He knew it sounded like a death-sentence to a debutante, but he wasn't that much older than her, hardly a few years and his life was hardly over. Perks of being a man, he supposed. He frowned a little bit, both because he could understand familial pressure, though his wasn't that bad now that he had a solid ministry career. But also, he thought she was selling herself short. Dean had never been under the impression that a marriage had to be about love either, so he was going to have to defer to her preference there. That his sister had jumped off the deep end and was head over heels for her husband was the exception to the rule, he thought.

"But you might at least like him, be friends, companionable; wouldn't you expect the same of him, for him to be faithful?" This was all well above his pay grade, but he was trying to understand where she was coming from and so he was purposefully asking these questions. Maybe he was looking for a loophole so even when she did marry they could carry on. Dean really didn't know, but he had to ask anyway.