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[Teresa's been in Paradisa long enough to expect something on Valentine's Day, but she didn't expect to go from walking around in the woods to suddenly standing in a room.

... a very pink and rose-smelling room. HEARTS. There are hearts everywhere, and Teresa can only blink for a moment. It's so saturated it--wait, this isn't her room, is it?

And then she notices that she's not alone.

She sees what you're doing, castle. SHE SEES.]

No.

[She's already turning around and heading for the door.]

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Well... just try to ignore all this shit.

[He scoops up a bunch of rose petals and throws them off to the side.]

And we'll make the best of it and have an enjoyable time.

At the very least, you'll try. [She's expecting her entertainment to come from his failures.]

I always try to make every event enjoyable. I do aim to please.

[Raises his glass to her.] Here's to our stay.

To our stay. [Said with a small sigh. She raises her glass, but doesn't take a drink.]

I take it that loss of yours is over?

[He takes a big swig of the wine and smiles triumphantly.]

Over and done with, thank God. I don't know how long I could have lasted.

You were very grumpy.

Well, you're very grumpy right now.

[She lifts an eyebrow.]

I'm not that grumpy. You were far worse.

Very well. Yes, I was the grumpiest. Can you forgive a grumpy, foolish poet?

Perhaps. Do you want to use my finite forgiveness on that?

Ohhh... I don't know, then. What other things should I be asking forgiveness for? Perhaps that kiss not too long ago?

I had just pushed that out of my mind...

If it is out of your mind, perhaps I can replace it with a new memory...

[Leaning seductively over the table.]

[She watches him, face entirely neutral.]

Do you have any idea what I am?

...What you are?

I'm not human.

I didn't think so, dear. Not after you forcibly removed me from your side.

[At least he's not THAT dense :') ]

Not being human means I have no interest in [she motions vaguely... sort of at the room, and sort of in his general direction] this.

[Chaucer's face falls.]

In...romance? No interest at all?

None at all. I've never had the opportunity until I came here, and even now... [She shrugs. She's never felt drawn to it.]

[He rubs a hand along his jaw line in frustration, and stands up, walking to the other side of the room.]

Then, you never...you never felt...?

[He can't bring himself to finish his question, horribly embarrassed.]

[Teresa didn't really expect that sort of reaction.]

I thought I made it obvious.

[He thought that Teresa denying it was actually her being coy.

He sits on the edge of the bed, bowing his head. If Teresa is able to see, he's blushing right now.]

I'm sorry. I misunderstood.

[Aww, Chaucer. :'( Teresa actually feels a little bad...]

It's alright. You can focus your efforts on women who may actually reciprocate.

[He looks up and laughs, shaking his head.]

You're like a siren. So beautiful, yet so cruel.

...But I do not mean to blame you. Of course, it is not your fault. Yes, my dear, I shall do just that. I am rather dashing, after all.