From saga novel Gathering Storm by Lynda Williams.
"I said you were a genius because I had just experienced The House of Mersan," Margaret told Eler in her haughtiest, so-much-more-Golden-than-you-are voice. "Which means exactly what it claims. You are a literary genius. A rude, sometimes vulgar, always disturbing and frequently highly presumptuous genius, who was not invited to his ball.".
"Disturbing, huh?" Eler pressed, mindful of the hovering paladin. "So I do keep you up at night thinking about me?"
Margaret praises Eler's literary talents but is still not impressed with him as a suitor. A highlight in their bumpy love affair.