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Can't be helped, I'm in love.

How wonderful! I can't even imagine. I'm only ever in love with, well, myself.

You are? That's wonderful!

My dear, that's all well and good, but we've only just met.

I knew I should have made my move the last time we spoke.

How wonderful! Love is such a lovely thing.

It really, truly is.

Well, certainly nothing is written in stone.

I've a knack for spotting these things. We'll get on charmingly well.

Naturally, I agree.

Narcissus himself could not have spoken with such fervor.

Are you telling me you have a fickle heart?

And the lucky lady, sahib? [Jeannie is nosy and curious.]

[There's a delighted laugh from the Time Lady and she moves to pass around him.]

And how do you know? I could have a terrible disposition.

That merely means it will be interesting.

A true gentleman never tells, until he knows the lady's feelings.

Merely a large capacity for love.

Why thank you~!

[ cue a bashful smile.]

[Aramis is not even remotely bashful.]

You are quite welcome, monsieur.

And now my cynicism conflicts with the possibility.

[She makes a scoffing noise through her nose.]

A real lady will never tell her own feelings. More fun to keep the men on their toes.

I cannot imagine of whom you speak, monsieur.

I would hate to bore your majesty with trivialities.

[ she lets out a fluttering sort of laugh.] Oh, I doubt very much you bore anyone, Monsieur Aramis.

You would find yourself surprised.

It is a very real condition, I assure you.

Ah, so that's the secret, is it?

I believe it, but my heart is very small. There's only so much room in it.

Someday, someone will come along to expand it. Trust my word.

Perhaps you're right, but I've got little faith in the possibility.

I look forward to being able to say I told you so.

And I can't say the same without attempting to curse my own future.