Neptune walked over to the nearest window and peered out. "She was at odds with her vessel. If she has found a new one, I hope it suits her better."
Turning, he looked Eleanor's form over. "Your vessel agrees with you, dear. It's a pity you are my niece." His gaze held mischief. "You would have no shortage of suiters if you actually cared to claim one." But she did not, unless his niece had changed greatly. He respected her choice of chastity, but did not understand it in the slightest.