He sunk into the couch letting the cushions fall in around him. He couldn't stop starring at her now that she sat just millimeters from him. How could he have ever thought someone else was her? He'd hardly noticed the maids busying themselves around the two. He was certain without a doubt that Galatea didn't bring gentleman over often. In fact he hoped she never had.
He smiled at the compliment, a strange appearance in itself as it brightened his face up, brought out his boyish features. When he wasn't smiling he looked stiff.
"An understatement," he finally said still enamored with that face. She petted his ego with those kind of compliments. This was the story that most geeky boys would drool over. A young man who had no one else in the world creates something and thus becomes popular and noticed. The world had recreated them a thousand times, but it was still new for him as he looked into her eyes. "You didn't scorn me like those has-beens said you did?" They weren't always lovers in the eyes of the world. Many have professed they reveled in idolatry, or that Galatea rejected him. He wasn't sure how he would feel if she ever did.