Hmm... Did I say such a thing? [She taps thoughtfully at her chin, but she really can't remember despite her teasing.]

Besides, what does it matter? There is no one here good enough, nor are there many who would probably be able to stand me. [None that she could find anyway; look, shes perfectly aware that she's... difficultsometimes, okay?

Oona waves her hand dismissively.] Would you even find someone to approve of? [Not that she'd care much either way, but she finds it amusing that he has such a strong opinion on it anyhow.]