You have always been a huge sucker for men; and Cecilia wouldn't dream of hearing further after you started talking about that damned buffoon Yoru.

Her eyes glowered silently as you kept rambling on through drinks of liquor and brandy—you were already visually sobbing Cecilia didn't know whether to strangle or kiss you senselessly.

She hates seeing you like this, and she hates it even more when she has to be the one hearing everything.