[Christopher tucks away the knives, watching the series of obvious, human emotions move over Liam's face in succession.] Do you? I'm so glad nothing will come between us now.

[He presses a hand to his heart.] Except that I am like a rare and wild breed of flower whose name you've forgotten despite it being your favourite kind! No, hold on, you have the name right. But you have to call me 'Christopher.' And I'll call you Liam. [It has been decided.]