You were doing perfectly fine being hot. Really. Hot is manageable. Then you started making me laugh. Remembering things I told you. Having opinions I actually care about. And now I'll see your name and smile before I've even read what you said. Which is... bullshit, frankly. You had one job. Be attractive. Be mildly entertaining. Stay safely over there. Instead, you've gone and developed a personality. And I'm starting to actually like you. So if you could be boring for twenty minutes or misuse “your” and “you're”... I'd really appreciate the help. — Thalia Lux