"Falling in love..." Micolash echoes it quietly to himself, as if tasting the words carefully and with a little wonder and confusion. What a funny thought, that. Abysa is always insisting the power of love is something powerful and unshakeable, but Micolash simply can't wrap his brain around it. It's such a frivolous emotion that taints ambition at best. A distraction. Brain chemicals to facilitate reproduction. A silly human want.

But Micolash miraculously doesn't say any of this out loud for once. Perhaps even someone as dotty as him can still understand how strange or impolite it would be after congratulating someone on their marriage. Though marriage doesn't always equal love, does it? Couldn't you just do it for the sake of the ceremony? Like a contract. That makes sense to him. It is a show of devotion.

He's let himself get lost in his thoughts again, eyes going unfocused as he follows this mental thread. But the scholar comes back to reality eventually when the question is asked of him. "Ah? Beg your pardon, what did you-?" Oh, wait, Viatorus' words have meaning now that he's had a few seconds to catch up. Shift gears to answering them before the enormity of said answer makes him pause again. "...I. Oh, it's. It is trite, I know, but. It is. Complicated. It would require explaining functions of the Ritual itself. Rom Herself. The nature of the Unseen Village. Oh, I doubt not your ability to follow along!" Considering how many hitches Micolash has had conversationally in just the past five minutes, that's actually high praise if you think about it. That and how convoluted everything to do with Yharnam always seems to be.

"It would just be...terribly involved. That's all."

Micolash looks just slightly furtive as he concludes so; he DID say it was complicated. It might just be more than mere technical complications.