"I wasn't ill."

He speaks clutching you tightly to his chest, how he wishes he could hide his face in your neck.

"I left the banquet because I was jealous."

He's just one of your many consorts, but don't you see how he looks at you? How he obeys you? Can you not feel his desperation when he holds you?

"I am jealous whenever you aren't thinking of me, master."

He pulls back slightly, allowing you to look up at him. How is he both seductive and adorable at the same time, you wonder.