You wound me, sirrah! I express my adoration, and you cheapen it to "bootlicking!" I seek to dazzle you with imagery and playfulness, and you accuse me of sucking up. Oh, it's not sucking up when I'm trying to impress you to my side in deepest romance!
No, I was merely thinking that I was growing more and more annoyed, and then I realized; I had to react oppositely. And that's when the shift occurred, and I fell for you. They always say, love your enemy as yourself, and I come to realize, once you do that, they're no longer the enemy. I can't stay mad at you, darling; it would be like being angry at myself, and that wastes too much life.
Oh, I can tell your prickly exterior is merely a shell, to keep the fear of being hurt away. I won't hurt you, Trygon, my love. I wish only to cherish you, to hold you unto my bosom and cradle you deep into the night.