Maybe, but it’s not like they’re here, or like it even matters. I’m not beholden to anyone, and I can do whatever I want.

[He sighs, exaggerated, before shifting so he can slide off the bed and to his feet, grabbing the box of chocolates as he does.

He removes the lid, tossing it aside.]

Besides, you’re not that bad. You’re handsome, skilled with cursed, and you have a delightfully conflicted demeanor, trapped between who you really are and what you desperately want people to see. It’s enticing.