A fine stout fellow, this one. A bit forward with his hands, mind you. Next?
I know, love. I know. Just smile for the camera, there's a fine wee man, and I'll help you find a nice lad for yourself. That's a promise.
I'd have you know that this creature is sitting on two manga books to make himself look taller. But he carries a fine blade, I'll say that for him.
Aren't you the handsome one, then? A bit full of yourself, I'd say, but we might suit, at that.
Is that the lot, then? I can't say that I'm struck blind by any of them, but I daresay I might make do.
Oh, wait, now. Who's that, sitting on the chimneypiece?
He looks like a great black crow, perched up there. But he's a bonny lad, all the same. Hey, Blackie!
Aye, I mean you. Come down and sit with me, love.
He hasn't much to say for himself, has he? But I don't mind that. Restful, that's what it is.
There, now. Aren't we a fine pair? What did you say your name is, laddie?
ATSUMORI: Will you marry me?