Helena, I'm not a fool. I don't believe a man is in love with me just because he sleeps with me, and I know Daniel Webster couldn't tolerate me before this fairy tale business happened. It's all very Midsummer Night's Dream, and he's clearly been set upon by Puck/Bellum Letale.
That doesn't change the fact that I'm not certain I can walk outdoors without vines overtaking New York City. I can just imagine the five o'clock news now.