Why would you want to be a swooning woman? I’m not sure when it would come in useful.
Dear God, if you’re about to tell me that they don’t like cake, I might have to rethink this reception altogether. I’m not sure I can be associated with that kind of person, whether they are related to you or not.
Ah, a woman who would appreciate my hot-headedness. I knew there was a reason I liked you.