They might've talked about that at some point too. Right now he can't remember, which is saying a lot considering his memory. He clears his throat a little, going with an old classic. Parliament of Fowls. Of course. He speaks surely, like he knows every word by heart, the meaning and analysis behind them — because he does. His mom was a professor of classic literature. He knew this one when he was five.
"The life so short, the craft so long to learn, the assay so hard, so sharp the conquering, the fearful joy that slips away in turn. All this mean I by Love, that my feeling astonishes with its wondrous working so fiercely that when I on love do think. I know not well whether I float or sink."