"Oh, there certainly are," Locan agreed, managing to avoid quipping that some of the gentlemen were lovely as well, or that the ratio was entirely unbalanced now that so many bloated imported locals were flooding court. There was also the fact that plenty of someone's had caught his eye in recent memory, usually for all of a few hours until his interest was sated in one way or another, but the young girl didn't need to hear about anything of that sort. He hoped that she was still in that stage of youth where true, undying love was entirely plausible.
"I'm afraid I'm a bit....particularly particular. Beauty is a wonderful trait, don't get me wrong, but to catch a prize such as myself the list of requirements is daunting at best. For one, I need someone with a good humor, because I'm a bit of tart and I could never stand living with someone for the rest of my life who can't laugh with me as much as at me. As vast as the estate is, I won't...and can't, as I'm told, be purposefully avoided and ignored in my own household, so that won't be viable for anyone who can't put up with me." He sighed dramatically and shook his head. "That alone would cut my romantic options at court considerably." He covered her hand with his free one and patted it. "I could never settle for someone who can't thoroughly appreciate tarts, my dear. Figuratively and literally. Tarts are delicious."