You shouldn't say things like that if you don't want me to start poking around for the full version.
[Seriously. Don't tempt her. You know you can't win. She tugs playfully on his tie again before letting go with a dramatic sigh.]
My heart isn't so fickle as to falter in the face of such a pretty mask, of course, but how I long to feel my beloved husband's claw upon my cheek once more! To hear the screams of the innocent on his loving tongue! To gaze into his eyes that smolder with the half-smothered embers of Hell!
[This may not be an accurate representation of Sebastian's true form. Time pauses in her dramatics.] ... Actually, you know what? I'll stick with the pretty mask.