Then they can keep their opinions to themselves, for my heart rests where it does, and I would challenge any to speak ill of him who I am so fond of. For he is not my prey, but my equal, whom I lay myself bare to that he might know my sincerity and choose how to respond. Adonis you might name me, but I have no wish for the affections of the divine - only a wish for yours.

[sometimes he knows he's laying it on thick, but it's who they are. theatrics are yet another language they speak, vaulting ideas back and forth to see how far they'd go.]