Blaise yawned, nibbling at an omelet in front of him on the over-filled table. "Love is dull. Love is settling, static, in an unstatic world. Besides, most women, present company excluded of course, are also dull and incredibly vapid. They're fun for a shag, but I couldn't imagine having to spend the rest of my life bound to any of them. Except for you, Pansy darling, I'd never get tired of you." Taking a sip of his tea, he shrugged, "But then again, that's me."