"It's a painful existence, one that leads me to the lonely life that I must lead as a result." Emerson couldn't resist the over-the-top flair for the dramatic. He placed one hand over his heart. "But I do what I must. For the sake of the population of Crescent Hills. I'm glad you understand."
When she offered him the pink candle, his demeanor changed entirely. "Oh my God, how did you know?" he exclaimed. "It's my most favorite color!"