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.

How would you feel about helping me kill some evil bastards?

I am so much more than what you made me.

I wanna ride you until you see stars.

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