"Good, I wouldn't have enjoyed throwing one as attractive as yourself into the dungeon." He casually gave her the compliment, even as he took her hand and shook it. "Then, our first order of business would be to begin working on the wedding? My father will want this event to be as large as he can make it, to let every house around us know of it." He sighed, doubting Ellanor would approve of it, though there wasn't negotiation in the matter. "We'll also, of course, act completely enamored with each other, considering this was made on one nights decision, as far as my father knows."

That would be harder, he supposed, though perhaps Ellanor would be easier at it than himself. She, afterall, had no problem making him think she was truly interested in him earlier, and Marken doubted her skills had diminished over three days. "So, we're going to go and inform my father, and then we'll begin making preparations, unless you have a better idea?" He would wait for a response of some sort, folding his arms over his chest and waiting.