I’m sorry.
I should have asked you nicely.
You’re right. That sounded more like a command than a request.
You’re right. I’m the one who needs your help, and I shouldn’t have used that tone.
Yes, it’s the same tone I use when I’m being impatient, and it won’t make me any new friends.
You’re completely justified to ignore me.
Yes, I can wait for you. I’m on your schedule because without you, my ascot will remain untied.
I am at your mercy.
And, yes, there’s a larger issue at stake.
One of respect.
Perhaps this calls for flowers?
A large bouquet of all your favorites. Lilies with the stamens removed.
What more can I say?
I’ve learned my lesson.
You catch more flies with honey than with vinegar.
Yes, I realize that’s slightly morbid, but you’re the part about the honey.
What’s it going to take?
Must I bleed by my own hand?
That would entirely defeat the purpose of this ascot.
I’m sorry.
I was raised to be haughty and I take full responsibility.
I promise never to take you for granted.
Please.
Here I am…on my knees…begging.
Do you want me on my stomach?
I’ll get on my stoma–
Thank you.
