(again... smoothly, he flirted with her) — why would I want to be  a paintbrush  today... milady... (‽ 𓇼 [and again...], (she butterflied... to him) — perhaps your feelings want to interpolate with mine for inserting your technique and poetic colors to portray me as you love it... (‽) 𓇼 [at his turn...], (he butterflied to her, too) — [pink peony are your lips], [purple sky and beige of the universe  is your wavy hair], [the taste of blue sky is  the reality seen in your eyes], [while your body fragrance goes...] well, —  it will depend on the view of the watcher...