Nice backside.
Exquisite, long-fingered hands.
Hair in constant need of cutting.
Intense grey-green eyes capable of warm laughter and cold cruel justice.
Overfull upper lip just begging to be kissed.
A brilliant mind.
A courageous soul.
A pair of achingly lonely hearts.
The body of a god concealed beneath the clothing of a dork.
A sexy, sensual creature concealed beneath buffoonery, and bluster, and cleverness, and cheer.
A penchant for accessories which are neither cool nor practical, but which you claim are both.
What am I going to do with you, sweetie? What am I going to do with you?