" This time it was Dain’s turn to give Mo a mischievous look, and he added a wink through his hair for good measure. “I think you’d find her a formidable match.”
Mo’s deep baritone filled with further mirth. “Are ye trying to set me up, lad?”
Dain crossed his arms over his chest. “Me? Play matchmaker? I know nothing of courtship, sir.”
Mo clapped Dain on the back, following his gaze. “Never a truer word was spoken.”
Dain tried to look insulted, but he couldn’t commit. Mo’s statement was truer than true—he had no experience with women. "

― Micheline Ryckman , The Maiden Ship (The Maiden Ship, #1)