That would be a nice thought. Viatorus is sure that at least partly his sister has done her best to rig the decision in his favour. But he's also very much aware that he is clueless about his family's hidden motivations. They're not a particularly open or chatty sort of people.

"No," he replies defensively. He's seen what happens when a man calls his sister cute. Realising his haste comes across as rude, he scrambles to correct, "I-I-I mean, it's… nice, but… not cute. It's… good. She's very nice. Very friendly." He fidgets and looks over to the kitchen door before quickly shifting his attention back to his friend. "I'm sorry. I am glad. That she's friendly, I mean. But I… I'm not sure what to do. It's strange, all of this." A thought hits him and he leans forward, lowering his voice. "Is this what a date is like?"