Sylvan’s danced with you for barely a song, yet here he kneels on knees well on their way to becoming bruised in a private room just for you.

Candlelight reflects the sheen of his dirty blond hair, his dark eyes glow with a desperate longing for love and attention. Sylvan’s voice is pleading borderline begging. “I’ll give anything for your hand in marriage.”

He gulps nervously. “I’ll give you the world and harness the moon if you should wish. Anything you want, it’s yours.” The price of your love is endless and he wants it eternally by any means necessary.