He made a face at that idea. Because that would never play out in a bad way. "Cherie, you're not even close to a shrivled old maid. Dis world has a way of dumping what you need on your lap or sending you elsewhere. But I'll come on by and take a few down a peg, dis sniffin' around like dat is undignified on all fronts."
He looked down to slip his hand between the spoon Grace had confiscated and the tabletop, muting the noise. "I doubt the line will die off after you. Not after all de work you put in."