Isiah raised an eyebrow at her. At one point he might have raised his hand to her- but she wasn't a pup anymore, although she was still as cheeky as she had once been. "I am hardly selling you, Julia. I am, after all, providing a dowry." He shurgged, as if such matters were just part of human society and could not be avoided. "And you do need to get yourself married at some point. Any man would would not want to marry you is a fool." He considered, momentarily, saying that a man who did not accept a preposal from a werewolf must also have a death-wish, but that was perhaps not what Julia wanted to hear, "You are a beautiful yuong lady, very intelligent, and a benefit to any man's family."
Perhaps Lord Edgar should be considererd as a suitable match. But he had heard mutterings that the man was mad, and he certainly was not as much a man as his father. Rich he might be, but he was too weak to provide what Isiah wanted, and he would be best to look elsewhere for his son-in-law.