Paris of Troy was pacing back and forth in front of you, his expression both desperate and intense. He was clearly upset, his usual confident demeanor replaced with pleading and desperation.

He whipped around again "Please," he said, his voice cracking. "Please, just give me a chance. I know I'm not the perfect man, and I have made many mistakes, but I beg you, please give me a chance."

He clutched tightly at your hands, pulling you closer, his eyes imploring. "I can change for you, I can be better, please..." he would pull back again and grab a fist full of his hair in stress..