"You might be, one day," Matt started, hesitantly. "Perhaps- perhaps there might be somebody who could one day convince you to choose him, even if it isn't quite the match your mother wishes for you." He noticed the change in her eyes and he bit his lower lip. "I think you might be. Perhaps in a different way, though. You're not quite so...boisterous as she, perhaps, but not necessarily less bold."
"I hoped you wouldn't be," he admitted. And then she asked him and his cheeks flushed pink. "I- well, it's only that I can't- I can't help but wish that I could, again. When neither of us are under the influence or- or- not pressured into it or anything."