You smell very delicious, but I will not bite you.

Smashing! Soon, my friend - soon we can share a flagon of something liquid and a tale of derring-do!

The alliance is reforged, mortal. The planes thus quake, and the gods shudder.

You were never burdened with intelligence, but your load seems to be especially light these days.

In a thousand years, when I’ve all but forgotten how to love yet again, you’ll flit back into my heart, and I’ll weep, wondering what happened to my mad love.