"No, good sir. I have never fallen in love with any man." He smirked to himself as he stood up and turned to her. "Good for you because love isn't a good thing, It's a sickness" He looked at the scarf as she clutched it tightly. He didn't know what that meant to himself or even her. He looked into her eyes and as his solid grey eye's.<br/><br/>"You are in love with someone then? Tell me sir is she beautiful? Do you think she feels the same?" He was taken back her questions and tried to sort them out. "I still don't know, if I am...it's just a feeling I get" He smiled to himself at the next question and answered truthfully. "Yes she glowed beauty,I couldn't even get her out of my dream" The next one was the one that made him frown "I don't know, but I'm guessing not....she would never choose me"<br/><br/>He moved his hand to her cheek, and caress it lightly. "You look as beautiful, but nowhere near her's" He stopped but didn't let his hands leave her face. "I'm sorry, I must be scaring you" He looked into her eye's as it reminded him of the women he might have fallen in love with.