Arthur's going to kill me, and this time it truly wasn't my fault. I mean, what was I supposed to think when he said he wanted to woo a woman?
By the by, that was a strange conversation – "My job is to woo." "To what?" "To woo." – we sounded like a couple of babbling owls.
Anyway, after asking me for advice (oh, how I'll savour that moment), I simply did what Arthur asked of me.
See? Not my fault. It's not like I knew he was enchanted.
This is not going to end well. Not well at all.
I'm doomed.