[Wow, okay. Maybe Britain's the one that needs to slow down. What kind of ridiculously complicated hierarchy... But hey, it has a system in place at all, which is a hell of a lot better than Japan's been doing for the past, uh, hundred years. He's working on it.

Still! The interest on his face is a lot more genuine than any of the other affection he's been forced to demonstrate so far, and he listens politely and intently. One of his arms drapes loosely around her waist, and he flashes a bit of a grin. What? He's like a barrel of gunpowder when there's even the slightest spark of mischief or other such troublemaking.]

Ha! Trust me, I'm plenty used to dealing with relatives grabbing at what they only wish was theirs. [Man, fuck his mom's entire side of the family honestly.] So, Marchioness Winnie... It seems to me like that's an impressive title, but it's no match for a Queen. Correct me if I'm wrong, but that is the title of the wife of the king?

[He knows of kings, at least. He's pretty sure there's some kind of religious figurehead that outranks even royalty, but he won't worry about that right now. He's having a grand old time watching all these other pieces fall into place in a way he thinks will give him a clear, solid image.]

I just so happen to be what you would call the Dragon King of Oshu... and soon enough, the entire Land of the Rising Sun. With such a charming husband on top of all of that, a marriage would benefit you plenty.

[He gazes at her for a second, then curls his arm more snugly around her waist and leans in a little, grinning like a little shit all the while.]

But this is about love, not politics! That's why I am instead granting you the position of concubine.