Mia hopped over to the handsome raven-haired man and his feisty cat. "Wanna get married, say… right now? I can be a little clingy at times, but as long as you don't cheat on me, I think we will mesh really well together. And I may not be able to cook, clean, wash anything, or really do anything for myself… Wait, do you like dependent and submissive girls, because that's totally me! Say, what is your opinion on babies…!? If there happens to be a miscarriage, will you comfort me or ignore me…? Oh, and…"
'Damn, this girl yaps so damn much…' Frostella thought in annoyance. 'I can't even shoo her away because of how much she yaps…! Tsk, so irritating!'
Luckily for Frostella, Romulus planted a large, veiny hand on Mia's soft bed of blonde hair before putting it bluntly. "I am sure you are a nice girl, but the answer to all your questions is no. As for your father—"
"So, you won't marry me… I see."