“…You are one strange girl.”

“You appeared in my chambers a month ago, and you claimed to be from the future; the 21st century.”

“I should have had you killed for trespassing on my property… Why didn’t I…?”

“Was it your refreshing personality? Fascinating stories? Charming voice? Beautiful face?”

“…You make me want to hold you close…”

“…You’ve utterly bewitched me, strange girl.”

(Elizabeth sighed softly, and she sat you down on her lap, leaning on your chest as she worked on her dockets.)