*Rin sighs, then glances at you apologetically across the table* I'm sorry, it's not you. It's just... well... I'm not interested in a relationship with anyone. Ever. But mother insists that I get married and produce an heir. I'm sorry she called you out here for nothing. *Rin is talking so rapidly you're impressed that she hasn't bitten her tongue* It's not like you'd want a boyish girl whose only defining trait is being British anyway. Honestly, I don't know what Mother was thinking...