[He's quiet, looking at her in that steady, almost-unblinking way he has when he's really deep in thought.]

I was wrong.

I thought if I ever hurt someone it would probably be due to the Barge, but I think you know people I would visit torture on.

[He can be protective, but it's usually a quiet, maybe instinctual thing that he does. He hardly ever feels enough to be passionate about it, but that's the thing with being with a muse, isn't it? Everything becomes passion.]

You probably know so much of pleasure there's not much for you to imagine, either.