Elara cleared her throat dramatically and gave me another once-over, her eyes wide—either in awe of my dashing looks or my audacious bravado. "Well, if you truly are the Duke of Lightweaver, I might consider bumping you up my marital prospects list. Mind you, there's a lineup of 20 eligible bachelors, so for the time being, I'll pencil you in for, let's say... the 12th of Never? That works for you, right?"
"You'll be kicking yourself one day, my dear," I said with a sly wink. "And just for the record, 'regret' looks good on you."