"Fuhh… I fear… that was I to tell the depth of my intentions… the lady would feel scared… for it is not… simple friendship… much less simple courting that I am… looking from yourself, Lady Marianne." — Zeleskiaz, feeling as dazed by the emotions while the lady sighed breathlessly as they felt drawn to each other's lips, came to hold her visage with a precious caress as faint as he could, letting out his soul itself in honest yearn as more of his depths was confessed. — "I… This inquiry makes myself wonder if the lady has turned a blind eye to the grazes I stole… to the closeness I've never ceased to seek even when hoping to respect you… to every caress I could not hold back…"
"… Umh… t-that is-"
"Did you believe that it was a carefree impulse?"
"… n-no…"
"Then… did you not feel… how every speck of my being was… throbbing to the delight of having you, Lady Marianne…?"
