He was good at making promises. He wasn't very good at keeping them. In that he was a pirate of hearts. He left a string of them roped to his ship. "Well, bravo." He clapped, "that's really sweet." He wasn't a complete fool to love, he had had it, he just couldn't stick around with it.
"Well, this was a nice little chat." He dropped his feet from the chair and stood offering her a hand. "I can be chivalrous." He sighed. "Is he that afraid I'm going to whisk you away again. I really have no desire to."