Sebastian Michaelis, I love you.

Brad prefers a lady like Kagami, and I can understand why -- she is rather appealing in her own lovely way. However, I steer clear of the awkward types. I like the smooth moves and the cloaked past which may or may not hold the secret that you are actually a one thousand year old demon. Well, that would explain how you always manage to do everything on time and with such perfection.

Oh, you want me to keep that demon stuff a secret. I get it. No problem -- I'll do whatever you say. Especially if you ask like THAT.

Oh, you play the violin as well? Expertly, you say? Not a shock, somehow. You know every Bach violin solo ever created? Oh, you were friends with Bach? Wait ... how old are you?

Oh, dear. Is this your way of distracting me from getting an answer to that last question? I forgot the question. Want to take my gloves off with your teeth too? Let's have some tea after this scintillating striptease.

You look so ... unflustered. As if you didn't just rip off parts of my clothing with your teeth mere moments ago. Somehow you also brewed the tea simultaneously. You know, there's something kind of wrong with the whole thing. Like there's something I ought to remember about you ... but what was it again?

Oh yeah, hush and forget it. Okay. Can me play me that Bach violin solo again? It's so romantic...