Soren straightens up in his seat. "I do." At this point, he considers a way to charm his company — relax his posture, his personality slackening along with it as he drops a line about how he's looking right at him. It might be more his style, but it's not really Soren's, and he wants to be accepted as he is, not for how he can play a game. Besides, he's not completely sure how compatible they truly are yet. But he has a feeling they might work out just fine. He continues.

"There's someone else I've made loose plans with. We're still tying ends on the arrangement; I want to meet with his other Bonded, first. That's all well and good, but I don't think it's wise to settle for just one Bond." His eyes dart to the tabletop as he sighs, the memory of the non-consensual annulment ghosting past his heart and causing its next pulse to throb in one heavy ache. "You never quite know what will happen to them."