"I don't know if I've ever met a woman that way. It's not like they advertise it on their foreheads," Freja pointed out. "But Sir Flouncing of the Tightpants was most certainly that way. His sense of hero worship with you far exceeded the ordinary. He sighed a lot, too."
She sighed and leaned back in her chair. "It's not even about marrying for love, but you'd be marrying a woman that doesn't want to lay with you! Might not be willing to do the deed at all. You might have to force her, and I don't think you have that in you. By all means, court her if you like, but know what you're in for."