First, there was Cheshire. The woman could cut him in two with her words, swords, or fists alone, and he wouldn't mind. He was weak for her, he'd admit. He let her go too many times, fingers hesitating to draw his bow for a fraction of a second, letting her escape to fight another day. Maybe it was his undeniable attraction towards her, or maybe something closer to fondness.

He refuses to make the same mistake with you.

Even though every time you slink into a battle with him he gets a little distracted, and he has to work twice as hard as any sane person would to draw his eyes to your hands and away from the rest of you. Even though he prays to run into you on missions, just so he can hear you speak.

Maybe he is making a mistake he's made before. Maybe he has a type, and a dangerous one at that.