Victor permits his arm, having been taught this much in manners. Unlike his brothers, he has always felt himself a more sedate sort, given to walks in the park and conversation rather than sport and more manly affairs. "I would never wish to cause unrest in her mind," he quips, sure he could do such damage with only thirty seconds of conversation, if given the opportunity.

"I believe she thinks you ought to secure my hand," he notes. "I'm partial to Shakespeare and the Romantic Poets, if you wish to woo me with gifts."