[Darras hasn't quite stopped laughing at Yseult's quick shift--indignation to admission in less then a minute's time.]

Oh, you don't want to get married, mate. You'll end up with a Yseult. Perfect. And then you'll be happy for the rest of your days--it's hard to be an artist and be happy, I imagine--what d'you sing about? Honestly, [this bit is to Yseult, obviously,] it's no wonder your paramour developed that quick attachment. Didn't I fall for the same. It was luck for me that it was reciprocated, that's all. If my luck hadn't been with me, sure and it would be me staring off into the distance. Asking everyone where that librarian had gotten to.