The thought of marrying Cecily Gallivan had occurred to Fitz in the way that the thought of marrying any attractive young lady did: a firm maybe and a hasty step away to more pleasurable topics, like sport or brandy. While he knew the fairer sex tended to be more eager to tie the knot and that, if Witch Weekly was anything to go by, he was considered to be a catch (rightly so, in his own estimation), he had never given any serious thought to the matrimonial designs of anyone who had not made them abundantly clear.

(That thought was, without exception, run.)

"I don't see why she would," he answered his friend with a shrug. "We hardly exchanged epistles of love—if she does not know me well enough to know I have no intention to marry any time soon, then she is hardly worth altering that opinion for."