Theodore was quiet all of a sudden, even slightly distant, as he struggled for something to say. Nothing came to mind, however. It was something he couldn't help; the topic of his deceased parents was never a subject of interest for him. Heck, even when they were alive, he never liked talking about them. Times haven't changed. "Arranged marriages are quite prominent in pureblood circles back in our parents' time, I'm sure we're both aware of this." He took his candy in his mouth, reveling at its sweetness for a second, before he took it out and held it in his hand. "I suppose we're... privileged to not be tied and obligated to marry someone we barely know. It doesn't mean that we go through our lived unloved." His eyes trailed from the table before them to Tracey, his eyes unreadable. "I will, however, marry for blood preservation if I am placed in such a situation. It is my obligation, after all..."
"Would you?"
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