He doesn't even look at her, walking down the aisle half-turned-away, to shake hands and have his shoulder clapped and small talk.  It becomes clear to her that his most affectionate and familiar relationships are with the rougher, baser people of the city, from within his clan and out.  He asks rough-looking men about their fortunes and how they're healing various injuries, a few apparently lewd references to unnamed third parties are made under his breath - none to her, but she's standing too close to avoid hearing.  It becomes clear as they cross the gauntlet of guests what kind of man they've married her off to.  "Well, thank you, Fallyn.  I heard of this only two or three days past, and in the blur of preparations I quite forgot to ask who the other party was."  She can hear the smirk in his voice.  "I don't think I've ever seen you before, so I'll presume you've been admiring me from afar?"