"Max, I'm thousands of years old with the powers of a divine creation, I want to protect everyone in my pack, especially you, and not because I think you are weak." She leans across the small table, careful to not lean into the spaghetti. "Gods, you are nowhere near weak. Not many could survive what you have and still be able to love."

Valdis isn't even going to address the concept of her being a monster. He truly believes he will be able to forgive everything, but what he believes and what the truth is are two different things. But being a monster doesn't disqualify her from being loved, or being able to love.

"But I still can't believe you chose me." She picks up a piece of spaghetti with her fingers and offers him one end. "Will you be my Tramp tonight, Mitt Hjerte."