One marriage sounded about right. Definitely in line with what he hoped for. He wasn't the kind of guy to have multiple partners. That just didn't appeal to him. He nodded as she explained, and as she continued.
The lavender didn't bother him. He wouldn't have chosen it, but after a brief wrinkle of his nose when she first sprayed it, he was fine with it. "What is it?" he asked, when she seemed to pause. Was that a bad sign? Or a good thing? He didn't know.