[ Not to say Ostoya does not have it's fair share of marriages- some people are lucky, finding someone in their limited youth who makes them happy. Others are content for convenience, for their arranged marriages or otherwise. From his personal experiences, however, neither the former nor the latter hold any appeal. Neither have any guarantee of working out, after all.

The question, naturally, earns an eyebrow- he figures that should be obvious, but then again, Trahearne doesn't know exactly who he is. Doesn't know what he does for a living, the jobs he's taken for a few errant coins here and there. Naturally, it wouldn't seem so bad to someone not in the know.

Adelis peers over the soft wafts of steam emanating from his cup, expression unchanging. ]

People in my line of work don't oft live long. [ He has intentions of living past that, of course, but it is a fact of life. The beginning of a hawkmoth tattooed on the back of his hand says enough. ] And the average lifespan of an Ostoyan is around the age of 30. Love and romance are not at the forefront of our minds, when scraping for our survival is far more important.

[ He speaks this with a clinical coldness, like it's nothing more than the weekly weather. ]

And I am not the type of person most would wish to tie themselves to permanently, regardless. Of that, I am fully aware.