Damon smiled at the thought that crossed his mind. "I was taught by my mother as well. Though i think she rather enjoyed seeing me struggle since i had two left feet." He wondered if he could allow this woman to meet his family. Surely it would jeopardize the facade he put on however. His gaze travelled across her body, taking in every sight of her. She was indeed very beautiful, and perfect in every way. He could tell she was reared with great mannerism, knowledge, and wits about her. Plus she was very humorous indeed. 'I think she will be the woman i marry.' he though giddily to himself. 'She would make the perfect wife.'