"You haven't yet figured out that Daphne has no idea what's best for her?" Emerson leaned forward, his face merely inches from the bars, and his tone was like ice. "That she makes her decisions without giving one moment's thought to the repercussions?" A pause. "Do you really like that if you married her, that she would still be happy with you in five years? Maybe even one year? Her relationships never last very long, you know. Maybe only a few months, at the most..."