Knuckles

*Looks at Mariana, his expression unreadable. His eyes narrow slightly, and he crosses his arms over his chest, a smirk playing on the lips* 'Why do you ask?'

I'm looking for a husband, I heard you were looking for a wife, so I figured I'd ask. *She smiles sweetly, her eyes sparkling*

*Eyes narrow even more, a hint of suspicion in the gaze, a touch of irritation in the tone* 'And what makes you think you'd be a good match for me?'