"Miss Mary, I don't think anyone but an utter brute would ever consider you a monster." Judas leaned over and kissed the diminutive woman on the forehead, smiling against her skin. "You're beautiful. And being picky isn't at all a bad thing, darling, but sooner or later you're going to need to find someone or that itch between your thighs--pardon the vulgarity--is going to be unbearable. I'm sure your baking is delicious, but dying because you drowned yourself in cookies would be the most unfortunate thing to ever happen."
He paused, and tapped his chin with one idle finger. "Maybe we could talk to Riley...he's a good man, for a puck. He won't give you now and forever or anything like that, but he'd certainly show you a good first time..."