"Marry you, Beth? How could I refuse such an offer." He said to her, pouring himself another drink, taking a swallow. "But won't that spoil your fun, my dear? I can not imagine you happily settling down with any one man. Especially not one so much older than yourself." He pointed out, still smirking. "But I doubt you'd want to continue our family line, would you?" He added, leaning back in his chair, sweeping all the card back into his hand and shuffling them before sliding them back over to her. "Read our fortune then, Beth."