“All things in perspective, my dear queen. But admit it…you enjoy having passion. Your life has been too barren without it; you’re bored, you crave excitement. In the darkness of your room at night, you lie awake and dream of wild, thrilling sex with a beautiful stranger and a romantic, classical affair. You’re so repressed you wake every morning with wet sheets.”

"Perhaps.... but at least I would die for love."

"My dear Queen,
Rest assured, I didn’t misconstrue the meaning of your first letter in the slightest. It serves, I assume, the same purpose as your scathing speech to me on the night of the New Years’ gala: To convince yourself that you are uninterested in knowing me and that our prior trysts have had no effect on you whatsoever. It was much more convincing the first time, not to mention more dignified. As it rests, if you wish to lie better, you ought to take lessons from me."