Marlene sighed. "That's... completely unhelpful," she said, looking up at him.
"I think you're overcomplicating things, Alastor, trying to look for logical answers, or research the subject, or whatever else you like to do, but this isn't something with a logical answer. It's gut, it's instinct. You either do or don't," she said.
She got up from the bed and reached him, putting her hands on his hips. "I know you love me. The question is are you in love or not? You can think about it for the next two decades and you still won't find a logical answer." She smiled. "Unless you find my soulmate idea more accurate. This isn't about what you want, but what you feel."