[Marianne gladly allows him to lace their fingers together, a smile creeping onto her face. It's hard not to let it, really...]

...Thank you, Hubert. You're very kind to me.

[Her words are very soft, but Hubert's pause gets her to pause too. Well, she mostly said that because she was worried about her crest, and how that would interact with him, but...]

I... [Marianne tries to get her words together.] ...Even without the matter of my crest considered, it would have to go through my father. And he's...well...

He wants me to marry for the sake of power. [...] But I...I don't think I want that. I'd want to be happy--oh, I don't want to marry right now, but...I...um...

[...Yeah, now it's Marianne's turn to lose her words. How does one ask to properly court someone. Help. Help, she's so lost.]