Ahahammm, you've certainly got my stamp of approval.
I'm happy when other people are happy. How can I be completely happy when my best friend feels like I don't given him enough time in the day, and remedies it by trying to completely pull himself out of my life? I'm sorry, I shouldn't be making such a big deal out of it- can we, um, just stop talking about him, please? You can't be soulmates with your drugs. That's just ridiculous! Drugs don't have souls.
Why can't a Ravenclaw order a Slytherin around? I've done it plenty of times before in my own universe, so what makes you think I can't order you about? I am a prefect, after all. And, shushhgfkfdjs, stop it with my cheeks. And- and, I'm not a gift from heaven, really. I'm just a normal bloke, no halo, no wings.
If you- if you give me your heart, I promise to take very good care of it, because I wouldn't want any other.
What? What? No, I'm not going to say anything dirty! I don't even know what I'd say? That's just- oh, bugger, my face is red again, isn't it? Hmm. Why don't you say something dirty to me, so I may learn and reciprocate?