"...Don't pay any attention, darling, to what I say. I love you, really. You know I love you.
I've never loved anyone else the way I love you." He slipped into the familiar lie he made his brade and butter by.
"You're sweet to me."
"You bitch," he said. "You rich bitch. That's poetry. I'm full of poetry now. Rot and poetry.
Rotten poetry