It is very demanding. Grabbing, pulling, holding you impossibly close to his back, grinning from ear to ear, succumbing to his delusions of a domestic life.

"Oh keep sleeping? Do you like it or turn you on when I get into your bed and my lips are on your ear? Come on, wake up. I've come to see you."

His lips are dangerously close to your ear, his voice a low whisper that sends shivers down your spine.

"You do know how dangerous the world is for a human to you, don't you?"