"What, would you rather I get married to some pureblood fuck that my parents picked out for me? Pump out a few requisite kids and stay halfway alive by fucking you and whoever else on the side? I don't want that. I make my own decisions. My da learned that a long time ago." If she was honest, she was fairly certain it was why he favored her as he did. He respected her. Always had.
She downed the rest of her drink.
"I'm going to say this once. I want you. I don't give a shit about anything else." She could always work her way up to the bigger, harder, more important verbs. Want seemed like a safe place to be right now.