"And you don't want Fergus?" he teased, capable of offering it up as a joke only because he was dead sure it was never going to happen. There was no way he'd ever let it. Essery might have thought she wasn't picky, but he didn't quite believe it - and even if she wasn't, he was. She'd had quite enough of bad endings for his taste. "I'll find you someone with a pile of money, how about that? And then you can put me up the style I deserve." He was already thinking of how he'd go about it. It was going to be an awful lot of fun. He might have to collect CVs. "Out of the closet, add that to my list. A man can only be so patient."