Aleister knelt in front of her, ''Say that again.''
Esme blinked.
''I am not this talkative. I cannot say all that again,'' she stopped crying in astonishment, ''You... Stand up first,'' she frowned, ''Your identity was never ordinary, to begin with. Now, it is even more special. How can you kneel like this?" she chastised him.
He cupped her face and nuzzled his nose with hers, ''No matter who I am, what I am, for you, I will always be this. Always on my knees, always hooked around your little finger,'' She looked at him with deeply as more tears rolled down her cheeks, ''Always buried inside you,'' he added in a conspiratorial tone.
She choked on her tears and hit his chest.
He smiled, ''You are one of the only two people who can make me kneel.''
''Two?" Esme hiccupped as tears welled up in her eyes again, ''Did you fall for someone else too?" She sobbed, ''I won't marry you if you get a mistress."