-- Sorry, let me try this again. -- Isaiah, oh gosh, how do I say this? I-- (deep breath)... I want to know (Ed Sheeran emerges from the shrubbery and starts singing literally any song in his discography) how... How much you... Phew, sorry, this is like a really big deal? And I'm so nervous (I begin to sweat profusely like it honestly might be indicative of a serious medical issue). How much do you l...lo..loooove meee? (Birds are released, the music swells) -- This is where you softly weep as you fall to your knees and tell me you worship me like the goddess I am and whisper something cringeworthy and romantic.