Jeanne: And Women

Catching the jest in the other's tone, Druce bared his teeth in a dog-like grin. "You've turned matchmaker now!" he observed. "But you should try your luck catching a bride for someone else - Lucius here, maybe. I will wait for a Welsh girl to be my bride, with good native blood in her veins. As for Artos, coupling his name with just any girl's is ludicrous; he will have a goddess or a queen, or as near as he can get to that: you mark my words. Only the best could be worthy of him."

And then, his eyes sparking into mischief again, Druce added, "But you needn't tell him I said any such thing."