Endymion couldn’t help but guffaw at that. He might have been worried if he thought Desi was serious – because he wanted only the best for his sisters; because his sisters were very particular young ladies; because, whatever his friend said, Desi still didn’t seem to him much able to commit to marriage properly, and he certainly didn’t know how to express that to his face – but for now the thought was simply too funny not to entertain. Shalott or Lycoris, perhaps, might find him fun and and charming and interesting; Phyri would only have fun tearing him apart. Perhaps with that thought colouring his opinions, Endymion clapped Morgan on the shoulder and replied jokingly, “Well, let’s pray it doesn’t come to that.”
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