[That would have been interesting to see. Vincent with his hair at a length, bound at the back of his head.]

You're also a considerate man, and you have some sway in who you marry as such. Husbands and wives don't often marry for love, they marry for convenience or political or social advantage. The woman I loved was a victim of the same, but she turned it to her advantage, as any smart woman in her position would do. She was attracted to me for certain, but she would never say she loved me, and she would never let me tell her I loved her. We both knew where she would be in the end and she didn't want either of us to regret it. So I gave her and she gave me one night. We loved as if it would never end. [He shrugged.] I never imagined what would come of it.

[He hesitated.] Or, rather, who.