Being a man, that was something he never really had to think about; from the moment a lady was old enough to understand the concept of marriage, her whole life revolved around preparing for it - making sure she stayed pure and knew how to keep house, among other things that would ensure she would be picked and wouldn’t be left to be a lonely spinster. Men, on the other hand, like Cornelius, could ignore the whole thing until he was secure in a position of work - or leisure, and he could choose just about anyone he wanted. Of course, being a second son he didn’t have the choices that his elder brother did, but it wasn’t like he was begging for scraps either. Cornelius was honestly intending on ignoring the concept of marriage until his elder brother wed at the very least, and if not until it would be odd if he hadn’t chosen someone already, at the very latest.

However, his conversation with Seneca was forcing him to think about it and he supposed there was a lot more to think about than he originally thought. “It seems you have,” he agreed with her, “It seems there are many factors to consider when choosing someone to wed.” Of course, that was not promising he’d choose Seneca in the end, though she was lovely and he enjoyed her company, but he wasn’t entirely opposed to considering her - that is, if someone didn’t beat him to it. “I suppose I would rather think about my work than things like that - we’ve received numerous boxes of new artifacts and old spell books I’ve yet to archive and I have to admit I’m itching to get back to it. Not that your company is something I’m trying to run from, of course.” He laughed; it was only a matter of time before his charming façade fell to reveal how awkward he was.