I admired him - his spirit - what he waxed poetic about - and the fact that, when he was a bit younger, he was a bit ridiculously handsome. I like intellectuals. I like good-natured lechers (and he damn well is one, and very naively so - I don't care about what image his PR people like to maintain). I like quixotic bastards.Svartalf wrote:Girl, why would a pretty lady like you even want that old dried up dotard when you could have hotter stuff to warm you up?
Unfortunately, the product wasn't quite as advertised. Let's just say that it seems that he has travelled a little far up his arse since the inception of RDFRS, and has had his naivety thoroughly exploited, and opinions bent, broken and reformed by protégés who know how to push his buttons. I know how to push his buttons, too, but mostly don't, for my particular benefit (and okay, I also poisoned my own well by antagonising him). I could have had him wrapped around my finger if I had wanted to take that route, quite easily - but as I said to Tigger and Pappa in as many words, it seemed almost like grooming a child.
