I nod and my chin sets in determination. I will get this man, this sweet, funny man, on stage. My main motivation is selfishness, I suppose.<br/><br/>I want everybody else to see how sweet and funny he is as well.<br/><br/>“Worship me forever?” My dark eyes sparkle with mirth and I cross my arms over my small, but perky chest. I wasn’t necessarily granted with a voluptuous figure, but I didn’t fair too poorly. At least I didn’t think so. Being a goddess, exercise isn’t necessary. But I do love those muscle-burning workouts such as Barre and Pilates and Yoga. I love the results, too. No wonder Narcissus is as obsessed with exercising as he is himself.<br/><br/>“I think that’s a pretty fair deal. I convince Dion, you preform, then I invite you up to my room so that you may worship me in all my godly glory.” I can’t help but feel my heart jump at the thought and I smile again.<br/><br/>“I really do think that you’re getting the raw end is the deal here, mister. Having to deal with me forever? I have a love of cats and I sometimes forget to wash my hair. Are you sure that you want to deal with that?” I ask, but do not allow Toby to answer. Instead, I squeeze his large hand and weave from the crowed to find Dion. When I see him, I will give him my prettiest smile and my most fluttery lashes and charm the pants off of him. I have before. Why not again?