Victor didn't miss his brother's slip, but also didn't make much of it. He sat back in the chair behind the desk (ostensibly their father's chair, though when was the last time the old man had been here to sit in it?) with a grin and put one foot up on the edge of the wooden surface. "Should I take your surprise as a lack of faith in my ability to be decisive, or in the collective merits of the female sex, I wonder?" he asked, clearly not expecting any kind of answer. He took a sip of his drink and glanced idly towards the windows.

"But yes, I think so," he continued. "I haven't asked her yet, of course, but barring any unforeseen circumstances arising I think she's it. She's delightfully bright. Intellectually curious, yes, but exceptionally pleasant, too. Bright in every sense," he joked, "Save bioluminescence."

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