"Of course they count!" he said. "They count because you are so beautiful that I took of my clothes for you!" It totally made sense in his head.

Yev mirrored her horrified expression. "No," he shook his head, mouth clamped tight. "No, no, no. Do not think these silly things my Emilie, I do not want you to get hurt. Find yourself a nice boy, an accountant maybe," he suggested. "Or a veterinarian! They are always nice!"