Knowing men rarely thought of a woman's duty, Genevieve wasn't all that surprised when she caught Motto off guard with her analogy. In part, she did so for shock value, but what she said had been true. She found it somewhat...endearing to find him trying to explain himself and why she was chosen. Why<span style="font-style: italic">had</span>she been chosen? Surely there had been larger countries pining to create a connection with Gilthlore. The silence was heavy and Genevieve didn't really want to break it. Sometimes it was nice to walk in silence. Instead, she retook his arm and enjoyed the night for a moment.<br/><br/>"I think.." Genevieve began in a hushed tone. "You should have expectations. Otherwise, you won't find a competent partner. You must think of your future children. Heaven forbid should something happen to you and your young son should take the throne, would you want an advisor, with unknown intentions, to become consort? Or his mother?" This was usually where most of her suitors began to disagree. "If you don't have an intelligent Queen, how can she lead her son in the right direction?"<br/><br/>She let her question hang in the air. It wasn't exactly a very<span style="font-style: italic">strong</span>argument, but sometimes one had to use a scenario that the other could relate to, to get one's point across. Genevieve knew she would not make him see reason, as she saw it, overnight, but he<span style="font-style: italic">did</span>show promise.