[Constantin raises an eyebrow, making a cursory effort to mentally sift through reasons one might object; obviously not marriage, as no one cares about that— nor being with men, or he wouldn't have brought it up himself. Being a wealthy governor type among not-governor-types? That could do it.
For other people in his high society peer group, anyway, that could do it. He waves a hand, like, never mind whatever it's supposed to be, please. Unless he's missed something, it's a nonissue. And if he has missed something, is it an issue in itself... Never mind.]
Someone like me... Nonsense! With or without business incentives, I would.
[He'll draw up a contract: I, the undersigned, am totally feeling it, as decreed on this the whateverth day of who knows what month, etc, etc. Or just this frank assertion, which is easier and not so embarrassing.]
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For other people in his high society peer group, anyway, that could do it. He waves a hand, like, never mind whatever it's supposed to be, please. Unless he's missed something, it's a nonissue. And if he has missed something, is it an issue in itself... Never mind.]
Someone like me... Nonsense! With or without business incentives, I would.
[He'll draw up a contract: I, the undersigned, am totally feeling it, as decreed on this the whateverth day of who knows what month, etc, etc. Or just this frank assertion, which is easier and not so embarrassing.]
So! How does that sound?