Watching Nesah put the book away, Douglas chuckled with a thought of the comparison of him to cattle.  "Might as well be." 

They wanted him as a possible husband for the title and his known ability.  Not that most of them would know a good skill with the paintbrush or chisel or clay if it was right in front of them, he a small look of dislike to the crowd.

He gave the other young lady a brief wave of his hand.  "Not a fuss at all.  I would avoid going to any of them, and will avoid most of them anyway.  Choosing one or two or at most three of the invites is my normal.  I work to pick those that might have someone there that I can enjoy the conversation or a friendly debate with an intelligence speaker."  He explained.  "I am here to paint and draw, not have a parade of potential mother-in-laws or potential brides.  You have helped me narrow down the list."  He gave her a smile and a wink.   Though he did look to her neck concerned about the damage to her by the action of the rude one that had acted in such a way.