"Yes, I've seen them." Julius frowned- oh, before now he'd been able to convince himself that those sorts of boys were what Genevieve wanted, and it had made the rest of the denial all that much easier... "Your mother won't be satisfied until she's found someone like your brother to wed you- I have a feeling she would wed you to your brother if it wasn't socially unacceptable," he added, laughing. His laughter faded, though, and he looked down at Zephira's mane, reaching a hand to idly play with the horse's hair to distract himself. "I don't mind your rambling, Genevieve. Believe me, it is- it's one of my dearest wishes that you could just do what you wanted, to live the life you chose."