"Yes. You are." he said relentlessly, but with a smile. "You're entirely too cheerful about this. I'm sure I could find a match for you among those supposed cannibals I've heard stories of. The ones who ride unicorns and mate with tusked sea-lions. Do you think you'd appreciate life among them?" he asked her cheerfully as he sank into an overstuffed chair.
At least she'd had the decency to hustle the girls out.
But he'd realized that he had made an error. Breakfast was in the other room! So he heaved himself up to his feet and staggered to where the good smells were, and speared a blood orange with his knife.