Oh, dearheart, I've yet to even find a lady what even stirs my nether regions what ain't deitical like for many a great year. And you know your sort, lass, they's all sorts of flippant. You tell one you's a human, and they grow disinterested. Heart's been rather forgotten as of late.
And take him along with, iffin' you's planning to come 'round soon. I'd very much like to meet this wanderin' wastrel of the heavenly host.