I’m flattered, really. So glad you love me so much. But if you wanted to go to someone else, just for a little while, that would be ok with me.
My back hurts.
I really don’t know how you know so instantly when someone else has you. I’m sure that your sense of smell or whatever it is that alerts you to this will serve you well someday. I’m not quite sure how, but we’ll think of something.