You speak of your refusal. Indeed, when first you denied me I felt rage clouding my eyes, so great was my desire to take you into my embrace and feel your soft skin against mine.

[As the son of Peleus speaks, he leans into the widened gap between them, as if to confirm that she possesses the gravity to pull him in.]

Few have ever spurned my advances - but you acted not with unkindness, Olivia, and granted me your company nonetheless. It must be your breath-taking loveliness which gave me pause, for I did not want to ruin what could be with a moment's carelessness: rather than plucking a flower and enjoying it but once, it is far better to cultivate that flower and allow it to grow ever more vibrant in the open air, is it not?