"Ah," she says, in delight and wonder, her hand coming to rest upon his head. "Truly, you are all that I could want in my chosen. Your fancies and romances, they are sweet, but sweeter still is the confusion and fear, the doubt and worry and anxiety that clings to you. You deceive as easy as breathing. You are mine. You will always be so, Alcuin. Your very nature calls to me."