"Love was never to be a requirement when it comes to marriage," she started. Her pause was a long one as her stormy eyes drifted over his face, and then other parts of him. If he could see the way her pupils seemed to dilate because of his nearness. The scene was, after all, a more intimate one. She let her eyes return to his, her brow lifting in a subtle way that would reflect her shock at the realization that she liked that he was affected by the way she now dressed. "I am perfectly able to handle it if you don't give me your affection," she lied, at last. And he could easily pick up on the fact that she lied, for her eyes darted away at some point for a mere second. Her voice had been forced into a cooler tone, but there was a slight wavering to indicate she was putting on a front that she was used to putting up, so practiced it was. "I am used to it. After all, my brother and father are... shining examples of what love is." Her tone was dripping with sarcasm.

She suddenly wanted nothing more of the food, "This was a mistake," she whispered and placed her napkin on the table, preparing to launch from her chair. "We're marrying for convenience, that was the agreement. Have you drawn up your contract? I would get it signed." She was no longer looking at him, as if wanting more was a sin. "I have no objections to your requirements, as you well know."