Blythe couldn't help but bristle at what he said, and it certainly wasn't because she was angry. A thousand different reactions and feelings filtered through her, most of them positive, almost euphoric, and some of them nothing but the purest form of cynicism. But one thing she knew for certain, littered among the great desires to scream yes and the continuous nagging to make a run for it, was the fact that she had to be realistic about this. No matter how much it hurt to admit it.
"Yes." She said, bluntly but weakly. "Yes, I would consider it. But I refuse your offer, Kain." She rubbed her hands together, both trying to keep warm and wondering how to word this so that it wouldn't hurt him. "Do you realize what it is you are asking of me? To court me, to, if the courtship is successful, possibly betroth me, become the father of my children, spend the rest of your life with me? With me. What could..." she paused, fought for the words, "...what could I possibly offer you that you would choose to court me? I am not...I just...I'm just me. You could be happier with so much better."