Melinda looked unamused, but she didn't take another swing at him. "No," she said, letting him sit on that for a minute. "I'm still going to wear them in situations where a huge bloody scar on my face would be a bad thing. And around our grandfather. Do you want to listen to how shocked he is anyone agreed to marry me now that I look like the wrong end of a horklump...whatever he'll think of to say. You know he'll have plenty because I'm not supposed to..." Melinda sighed and pushed a hand through her hair. She was getting off topic. "Anyway. No, I'm still going to wear them if I have to go to some society thing." She was too stubborn to admit that she was going to stop wearing them some of the time, leaving it implied.