Darcy & Katherine
Darcy's expression was unmoved by this declaration. "I rather think one has to draw the line somewhere," he told her with a certain sternness to his tone. He had glimpsed the host across the room, after all. She wasn't a walking corpse, she wasn't dripping blood from every orifice, she looked quite agreeable. What a silly suggestion.
And then came the introduction, and Darcy felt a sort of jolt in his stomach. Oh, God, a princess? And he'd all but called her stupid a moment ago. He gave her a low, respectful bow in response.
"I'm humbled to make your acquaintance, Princess Katherine. I am Mr Fitzwilliam Darcy," he introduced himself in return, having no title or land to proclaim for himself.