It sounded like something off of a Hallmark card. Completely and utterly disgusting with all the romantic hearts. He felt like he was going to gag on his own vomit. His insides were still socking him around like a punching bag...and yet he didn't mind her glittery explanation. It was a word he couldn't say and a word he couldn't formulate in his head properly. But it was there hiding in the cloud of his mind from Eros' strong love potion.
"You're pretty..." it sounded like a psychotic man trying to take a girl home. This would be the first one who was willing to follow him around.