He didn’t want to don his finest plumage to strut around trying to impress the female persuasion in order to win a mate just to appease his mother. Never mind his own misery—what of the poor girl? Surely she would never be satisfied with such a husband, even if Jacobi by some miracle chose to remain in his employ to guide him through the worst of his gaffs and faux pas.
Oh hes actually so sweet though, hes not just thinking about himself.
