"I've been in love with you ever since you asked me how flexible my tail was," he muttered in my ear before kissing the lobe. I laughed, and it was teary, so I tucked my face into his shoulder. "Or at least since you asked me if I wanted you to help me oil my wings," he said, squeezing me tighter. "And I know you'll probably hate to hear it, but if you've made your mind up to keep me around, I'm afraid you'll have to grow used to the words. I love you, Hazelnut."
