Marianna had placed her hand on her chin, waiting on the reply from Zianro. Once he had done so she had gotten a devilish smirk on her face, replying to him with her usual mischievous tone when she was tormenting him, by perverted means. "If it were entirely up to me I would have a more....... private wedding." She had begun to take great joy in desterbing young Zianro. Staring as if he himself was the only thing that existed in the room at the time, always wanting to see a reaction. That was her rewards his priceless reactions.