Oh, not bondage, um—bonding. Bonding two people together. Marriage. The idea is to marry me off, so I guess if my mother liked your brother....

[ It doesn’t occur to her that both would probably choose death first. ]

...And I like you, too! I think you’re being very patient with some of the scouting problem children. Don’t kill them, though. I think I told Kostos that. But I’ve talked to Sorrel. He was my secretary for ages. Didn’t I mention you...? Did I mention him?