Desi fixed his gaze on Endymion as his friend corrected him. Possess all of them before loving her, perhaps even when just having met her? Very romantic but also kind of improbable, Desi felt. Was his dear friend going to die an old bachelor? What a waste of such handsome features.

"A pulse," he couldn't help but immediately quip in response to the inquiry about what he was looking for. He was purposely stating what he felt was the absolute opposite of Endys expectations. "I should like her to be good-witted, good-humored and not be someone my mother is liable to arrange the murder of." Not that she would do that. Maybe. He also wouldn't mind a rather pretty wife but it felt shallow to say so aloud when his friend had just waxed poetically on about his own expectations.