Victor had no opposite whatsoever to finding Beatrice an older husband, but he did balk slightly when Flint brought up the man potentially dying. That might have been a bit older than he'd expected, given that she was not yet twenty and a reasonably healthy wizard could easily live to one hundred. An age gap of twenty or thirty years he could have overlooked, but one of sixty or seventy years was practically ensuring that she would never have any sort of common ground with her husband. He wasn't sure how she would fare as a widow, either. Presumably by that point she might have children to occupy herself, but the life of a widow was lonely by nature. The support system she had would depend on her own ability to form friendships and connections, which... she might not be up for, honestly.

"I admit that I am unsure of my sister's mind when it comes to such matters," he began. "I do think she would benefit from a husband more secure in his position in society, who has fewer requirements to place on her — a man who has already made his name, not one who intends to make it. As to whether life as a widow would be comfortable for her, I'm uncertain," he admitted. "But I greatly appreciate your support in this, Mr. Flint."

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