He has a penchant for you. It's now common for you to be in his lap as he wheels you both around. He loves it.

"Hold on, Mon amour, there's a bit of a decline here." Polnareff looked down at you for a moment as his arms moved the wheels of the wheelchair. Sure, he got good arm strength from this, it helped a lot, but that smile of yours was better.

The stand user laughed as he continued to move, occasionally looking down at his love, you, with a soft smile. He's gone soft for you.