"What a fool honesty is," he replies with ease, feeling touched. "But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, all losses are restored and sorrows end." But once he has enough of Crowley's shirt opened, his eyes grow just a shade darker, his mouth falling dry as his tongue darts out to lick his lips, and his mind shifts just a little.

"I will live in thy heart," he starts. "Die in thy lap, and be buried in thy eyes." It had taken him until the better part of the 1600s for someone to finally explain that die was supposed to be a euphemism, but as history goes, it will possibly take him until the better part of the next century until someone lets him know what exactly the teardrops and the eggplant are all about.