*agreeably* Indeed not. Unless my cousin takes it upon herself to usurp Ingil's affections, perhaps. Then what will I say to you? "Lily is my daughter—you will not use her so"? Will I tell you my house is too silent when she is gone? (I may.)
...and now I am a luxury? That may suit better than a collectible...
*gets to his feet slowly, offering his hands to help you up* *teasingly, any solemnity or perceived solemnity melting away* Would you prefer to be a necessity? *as penitently as mischief will allow* I do not mean to imply you are without practical use, of course. Let us ride on. In ten minutes I shall ask you to dine with me tonight. Then you will weigh the pros and cons of accepting me outright. *holds you much closer against his body than is strictly necessary* But you must accept, in the end. And by all means, please continue telling me how beautiful I am, belle d'hiver.