(teasing) Far be it from me to intrude upon a lady’s untarnished reputation. Which part of our encounter should remain undisclosed? The part when you fainted in the grass and I heroically revived you? The part where we took an unchaperoned stroll through the gardens? Or perhaps the part where you confessed to having had a dream about me, and I must be quite the rake to hope it wasn’t as boring as you’ve suggested?

(earnest) You know, I understand now why the King is so drawn to you. You aren’t only talented, but… do you know, you’re extra beautiful when you talk about your baking. You know you’re good at it, and the knowledge lights you up.

(soft) I can’t stop thinking about you, Catherine. I’ve been trying, but it’s useless. You’ve had me mesmerized from the first moment I saw you in that red dress, and I don’t know what to do about it, other than to use every skill at my disposal to try and mesmerize you back.