[They don't... think so? He tilts his head in mild befuddlement, waiting for them to continue, but they don't elaborate. Must be a memory thing. And it's sad to think that they might have forgotten something so important, so he gets it when they move the conversation along. Better to not push the subject. Isabeau wouldn't be bothered if Siffrin had dated two or two billion people before him anyway. The ball is in his court now, and he's rather intent on playing for keeps.]

Oh, I've fallen in love a handful of times. [About as much as one can expect from a man who wears his heart on his sleeve and loves romance as a concept. Mostly pleasant, some... hmm. Some really not great, if he's honest! Hearts can be cruel in that way.] I've dated twice, but we never got that serious.

[He catches their gaze and meets it with a nervous one of his own, fingers tapping on the back of their hand as a fretful thought occurs.]

Er, that's not a dealbreaker, is it?