So you admit to being fond of me by proxy. I'm not going to let you forget that.

[There is a sly look in Diarmuid's face for just a moment before his expression shifts to one of surprise.]

It is? No, I didn't know that. Is that a bad thing?

[There's a touch of worry in his voice.]

I was thinking more about how beautiful and dangerous stars can be. They are also lonely. It's true their light is a guiding one, but the things they guide can never come too close lest they be destroyed.

[And yet, he still wants to come close. How foolish of him.]