She was right there. It had been a stupid metaphor. He coloured slightly. He had regretted saying it as soon as it left his lips. Nobody had actually accused him of being particularly smart and arguments had never been his thing anyway. Cadmus and Calantha were the witty ones whereas he had been more interested in sitting back and observing or retreating somewhere beneath notice. It wasn't usually his words that attracted people anyway but he digressed...

Truth be told, this was probably the most argumentative he'd ever been.

It's just that an eighteen year old coming up to him, a stranger whom she'd overheard being scolded by a sister for not making himself appear more eligible, and offering to marry him to take care of the problem that was Calantha's pursuit of his marriage was, had rattled him. He thought that it was perhaps it was the fact she reminded him so much of his sister but he was terrible at arguing with her too... for instance he was only here at this place because Calantha had insisted and won.

His eyes strayed down to her neck at its mention. He'd forgotten in their rather... bizarre discussion how he'd wanted to capture her likeness but was reminded again. The way her pale skin contrasted so well with her hair and eyes..... would water colour be the correct medium to use... he pondered it.