Prior to this encounter Aristotle hadn't thought he could get mad. There was obviously something about this girl that brought out the worst in him. He knew people thought of him as absent-minded because when something took his fancy nothing else mattered and he had an image of himself as a friendly creative type. He didn't get angry, and he didn't make enemies. His school life was fairly unremarkable in terms of social interaction. He thought he was friendly enough to keep himself free of such distractions but then there was this... this girl.

He tried to put a name to his frustrations but he couldn't. He did not even know her name and yet here she was talking about marriage and bedchambers. And his voice.

His eyes narrowed and struggled to control himself again.

"I'm going to tell you this nicely, because you appear to be of an age of my younger sister and I will treat you as such. Marriage is a complex issue, even one of convenience. In future be careful to whom you speak about such things or offer such things for that matter. You do not know me and I don't know you. I honestly care less about your bedchambers but you seem to be under the impression that in this case it would be your choice. I am not one, but there are men who once married do not give their wives a choice in such matters because if they are married to them as it would be their right. And Society would back them up. To marry somebody you are literally promising such a thing. If you do not wish to do not get married. "

How had this even happened? He didn't even think of himself as that forward. He wasn't a virgin by any means, and his deeds would probably scandalize his sister if she ever heard of them but at the same time he was very confused about why he was explaining such things to a person he didn't even know the name of. He hoped that Calantha was not so naive. Gosh, the idea of Calantha offering herself to random men that she did not know made him feel strange. Protective.