Being allowed the opportunity to lay that crimson orchid at your feet was the honor, Milady.

*blushes* Is that for me, or the muse?

“Hey, people don’t give me flowers. You’ve collected me all these lovers, and none of them give me flowers. Though Gadget gives very nice, very thoughtful jewellery.”

Summer, sometimes you need to stop talking.

“Pot, kettle.”

Oh my god. *facepalms*