An arranged betrothal; a forced courtship. This would be the one time Keito reproached the idea of tradition in his mind.

If he were to do it verbally, he'd surely earn his own reproach from his family.

So there he sat, his eyes just as tense as your own. He found his formalities escaping him and the urge to swear was becoming overbearing yet he abstained, he would not be the one to make a mockery of himself.

Not now, not ever.