"No," he says, after a long moment's look upon her, though he feels rather shamed to be staring for so long, as though it is not something that is inappropriate for him to do. However, he has known many odd folk to marry and be happy. "However, I am not the marrying type, either. Not anymore," he opines, very clearly. "And I do not believe one can tell as such by looking at me."

After all, with his surroundings and his taste for the drink, perhaps he would seem more the type to marry over others.