Your eyes. They're lovely, you know.
Yes, dear. You tell me every night.
They're so... warm. I could stare in to them all night.
As much as I'd love to let you, I need to sleep at some point, you know.
I know, I know... doesn't mean I can't enjoy them while I can, though.
Of course not, dear, I wouldn't dream of stopping you.
Mmmm...
Mmm... I love you too, dear.
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