"Harl, don't make me hit you." He shook his head. "It's got nothing to do with me not being me. I happen to like the little bug woman and I don't want you to squish her. Pick anybody else in this place and you can squish them in her stead. But she glows, Harl. And she taught me how to fly."
His answer was part petulant child and part dreamy crush.
"We've got a lot of people in this place to torment, and I think it'd be better for you if you didn't argue with me on this point. I would hate to have to throw you out in your underwear again."