‘However,’ I crisply interrupted, silencing him again, ‘none of that is even remotely relevant to the core of the matter, because I don’t care, Creon. It’s not your battle prowess that made me fall for you. It’s not your magic or your blades. If you lost your legs and your hands and your wings tomorrow, I would still love you to death – hell, if all you could do for the rest of your life was just look at me the way you look at me, that would be more than enough. Do you understand that?’
