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Thank you.

Beatrice.

You were my first kiss.

Beatrice, wait!

Wait! Wait!

Beatrice!

What the hell are you doing here?

Letter.

Hi, Julia.

Princeton was great.

I'm back in town.

Try to grab sushi.

Hope all is well.

I've come down with the flu and I'm
catching up on sleep.

I'll call you when I'm feeling better.

Julianne. Um, Julia.

It's Gabriel.

I'm standing up by your building.

I wish we could go back to this morning
and I could tell you that I've never

seen anything more beautiful than you in
my kitchen.

Happy. That I'm incredibly lucky that
you rescued me and stayed with me all

night. That I'm an idiot.

And I don't deserve your kindness.

I should never have let you go this
morning. I should have begged you to

I know I hurt you.

Please, Julia.

We need to talk about your note.

There are things I need to explain to
you.

I want to fix this.

Please, call me.

I left something on your porch.

Did you see it?

Did you read the card?

I want to make it a lot to you.

I remember kissing you.

You kicked me back.

There is something between us.

You can't expect me to uncover your true
identity and not talk to you about it.

All I'm asking for is one conversation.

You owe me that much.

Doctor... Stop harassing me.

I don't want you anymore.

I don't even want to know you.

If you don't leave me alone, I'll be
forced to file a harassment claim

you.

I need a new thesis director.

Regards, Miss Julia H.

Mitchell. Pia, I'll be returning the M
.P. Emerson Bursary.

Congratulations, Professor Appelard.

No one has ever made me feel as cheap as
you did Sunday morning.

angry and hurt.

And I'm the cause of your pain, but that
bursary was given to you because you

deserve it.

Don't punish me by punishing yourself.

I've found you a new advisor.

Professor Catherine Pickton is a friend
of mine.

She's agreed to meet you.

I'm sorry. You don't want to know me
anymore.

Abelard truly cared for Heloise.

He also hurt her.

But I've hurt you.

But he was deeply sorry.

Read Abelard's sixth letter and see if
that alters your perception of him and

me.

I'll spend the rest of my life
regretting the fact that I wasted my

chance to know you.

of your absence.

I won't bother you again.

Hey, Gordon.

Whoa.

Didn't mean to scare you.

What's that?

Jump mail.

Looking forward to Emerson's seminar?

Should be good. I don't know about that.

It's been in a foul mood for days.

I want a repeat of what happened last
time he was like this.

I, uh, got you something from Princeton.

Please don't give it back.

I know you don't have a nice key ring
and...

I wanted you to know I was thinking of
you while I was gone.

Thank you, Paul.

I missed you, too.

Maybe we can grab coffee after.

Sure. That sounds great.

Ms. Pitbull.

I need to speak with you after class.

Please.

Sorry, Professor.

I have an urgent meeting right after
class that I can't meet.

Of course.

Please email me and set up a time.

Of course, Professor.

Another time.

Today I will be...

Today

I will be examining the relationship
between...

Dante and Beatrice.

Particularly, what transpired when Dante
met Beatrice the second time

and she rejected him.

Beatrice represents many things to
Dante.

They meet twice.

My question is, where was Beatrice?

And what was she doing in between her
two meetings with Dante?

Dante waited years for her.

She knew where he lived.

She knew his family.

She was friendly with them.

If she cared about him, why did she make
no attempt to contact him?

I would say that the answer is obvious.

Dante cared for Beatrice, but Beatrice
cared nothing for Dante.

Their relationship was entirely one
-sided.

Yes, Miss Mitchell?

This assessment of Beatrice is really
arrogant and self -serving, Professor.

Are you crazy?

Why blame Beatrice?

She's the victim in all of this.

Dante met her when she was under 18.

It wasn't possible for them to be
together unless he's a pedophile. Are

telling us that Dante is a pedophile,
Professor?

Of course not.

He had true affection for her.

If she had ever had the courage to ask
him, he would have told her that.

Everything in Dante's later life
revolves around sex.

He certainly isn't sitting home alone on
a Saturday night waiting for Beatrice.

Though he must have not cared for her.

He needed companionship, Miss Mitchell.

And if it makes it any more palatable,
those women were just helpful friends.

Friends. We're like pelvic affiliates.

Friends help each other. They don't feed
sexual addiction. His love for Beatrice

never diminished.

He simply despaired, waiting for her to
show up. And that was her fault, not

his. If that's love, I'll take hatred.

I think you've made your point, Miss
Mitchell.

Oh, I don't think I have.

It's... commonly known that Dante's
dalliances were anonymous and tawdry.

doesn't sound like someone who would
appeal to Beatrice. Not to mention the

that he had a mistress named Paulina.

Paulina? Who's Paulina?

Um, a woman in Philadelphia found
evidence of that relationship.

Anyway, if Beatrice didn't want Dante
and rejected him, it was justified.

Dante was a self -absorbed, cruel,
arrogant slut who treated women like

his own personal amusement.

The language Dante uses for his first
meeting with Beatrice is dreamlike.

For personal reasons...

For

personal reasons, he doesn't trust his
senses.

He's not sure who she is.

One theory is Dante thought Beatrice was
an angel.

Beatrice is wrong in assuming that he
remembered everything.

From the first meeting.

Wouldn't seeing her again jar his
memory?

Or was he too drunk to try?

Not enough.

Can we get back to this Paulina
mistress?

Paulina is irrelevant and has no real
bearing on today's discussion, Miss

Peterson. I disagree.

She was either his mistress or his fuck
buddy.

Class is dismissed.

In my office, Miss Mitchell. Now.

If you were anyone else, I'd have you
expelled.

Your disrespectful attitude is
unacceptable.

On top of that, I can even begin to
express the anger I have over what you

about Polina.

You will never to speak about her again.

Do I make myself clear?

Do I make myself clear?

I think you wanted me to lose my temper
and make it seem so you'd be justified

in running away.

You wanted me to behave like any other
abusive asshole that has knocked you

around. Well, I'm not an abusive
asshole.

What happened today in my class will
never happen again.

Understand?

I'll apologize to the class.

You will do no such thing.

That will only bring more attention to
us and lead to gossip.

Got another one of us once.

Is that the game to you? You left a bra
in my mailbox.

Use your head!

I wasn't about to leave it on your
porch.

I started this tractor fight by changing
my lecture.

But you finished it with the equivalent
of a hydrogen bomb.

We're going to pretend this debacle
never happened.

And hope that the other students are too
wrapped up in their own life to notice

anything.

Have you returned the bursary?

No. Good, and you won't.

Returning it now will only draw
criticism for the both of us.

Take the money.

Did you listen to any of the messages I
left?

But you don't believe me.

You seem to be the only person capable
of pushing all my buttons, and I do mean

all of them.

Would you just tell me what you want,
Julianne?

Or do you only answer to rabbit?

Fine.

I give up.

Paul can have you.

So all this agony was for nothing.

You were cruel.

And so were you.

You hurt me.

And you hurt me.

It's revenge.

Everything you dreamed it might be.

I'm not a coward.

You're the one who's leaving. You're
sending me to him. Like hell I am.

I'm just a student.

You have all the power you could destroy
me.

You think I'd destroy you?

After our history?

You think this is what I want?

I'm miserable.

Seeing you again after all this time and
seeing you like this?

You never gave me a chance.

How the hell would I know what you want
when you won't fucking talk to me?

Shouting at me won't persuade me to talk
to you.

Tell me that you want -

I think you were right. I think so.

This is wrong.

Paul's waiting.

Fuck Paul.

He's my only friend in Toronto.

I'd like to be your friend.

Gabriel, this is dangerous.

I love the way you say my name,
Beatrice.

I'm not Beatrice.

These delusions have to stop.

Julianne, I've waited six years to talk
to you.

I won't wait any longer.

texting Paul.

I'm going to make dinner.

But I need to step out and pick up a few
things.

Will you be all right?

Of course.

Promise me you won't leave.

I promise.

Are you pleased?

My dear Julianne, if you wish to know
how I feel about you, just ask me.

Yours, Gabriel.

No champagne?

You might find this hard to believe, but
I don't drink all the time.

We'll save the rest for mimosas
tomorrow.

Breakfast?

You're very sure of yourself, Casanova.

You're virtually safe with me.

I won't let your darkness consume me.

So you think darkness can consume light?

That's an interesting theory.

I just threw all my darkness to those
candles and...

Nothing happened. Don't be so damn
condescending. You know what I mean.

Julianne, I won't lie to you and say
that I'm not attracted to your

But I have no ways to consume you.

If I'm the darkness, then... then you're
the stars.

I won't let you fuck me.

I would never fuck you.

I'm another fucking angel.

Then what does someone like you do with
an angel?

Someone like me would cherish her.

You ought to get to know her.

Start by being friends, perhaps.

Is it too hard to believe that I want to
take my time?

That I want to get to know you?

Yes.

Julian, this is near to me.

Your prejudice is warranted to some
degree, but... but don't deliberately

patience.

You know you're posher at the chocolate.

You need to let me feed you.

I'm not a child.

Then stop acting like one.

The act of feeding someone is the
ultimate act of care and affection.

Sharing yourself with someone else
through food.

We're fed in the Eucharist.

By our mothers when we were infants.

at dinner parties, by a lover,

when we feast on one another's bodies,

and on occasion, when we feast

on one another's throats.

Did she want me to feed you?

You don't want to feed it to my body,
but at least feed it to my cake.

Laugh, Jen.

I... That wasn't so bad, was

it?

See how nice it is to be cared for.

See how nice it is to be cared for by
me.

Spend the night with me.

What about our conversation?

We had enough talking today.

We can talk tomorrow.

When... Both our heads are clear.

I want you in my bed tonight.

I will be the perfect gentleman.

Good night, Julia.

You're leaving?

I said that I wanted you in my bed and I
meant it.

and darkness

take your photos down?

I was ashamed.

You weren't before.

That was before I decided to bring an
angel to my bed.

Good morning, Julianne. I stepped out
for a brief moment.

Make yourself at home.

Good morning Would

you mind

Did you sleep well

once I was beside you I did

You're shivering.

You make me nervous.

Why?

I never know if you're going to be sweet
and whisper something that takes my

breath away or say something so mean it
breaks my heart.

I'm sorry.

There's no excuse for that.

I find you difficult to talk to
sometimes.

You're only forthcoming when you're
furious. That isn't true.

Then I needed to talk to me.

Why did you light candles in your room
last night?

I remember what you told me about the
darkness, and I wanted you to see

Holiday's painting, and I was way too
run.

good lover in all senses of the word.

Are you hungry?

Very.

You're seriously sexy Don't make fun of
me I would

never make fun of you

He said we'd talk.

What happened the morning after our
night in the orchard?

My memory's a little... fuzzy.

I woke up.

alone.

Gabriel?

Gabriel? You left me there.

Gabriel?

Gabriel? I was terrified.

If that's where you went, I didn't leave
you.

What are you talking about?

I woke up early. You were sleeping in my
arms.

And I didn't want to wake you up.

But I needed to relieve myself.

But I returned with apples for
breakfast.

You were gone.

I came back to my room and I... And I
fell asleep.

Why didn't you try to find me?

When I woke up, I asked where Beatrice
was.

Richard told me I was delusional.

No one mentioned you or your name. I...
I thought it was a dream.

How could you think that?

I was hungover, and I was confused, and
I was strung out of coke.

Rachel didn't tell you.

Richard knew I was on something when he
picked me up the night before.

He searched my room, found my stash, and
when he confronted me, I snapped.

The fight with Scott.

I spent the most romantic night of my
life with a guy strung out on coke for

Stupid.

Stupid girl. I'm not stupid.

I'm the fuck -up.

I was planning on killing myself that
night, and you changed that.

I thought you were an angel.

And then God, perhaps, has shown mercy
to me and sent you to save me.

Why did you want to kill yourself?

I can tell you that.

I don't know what would happen if I
brought those old demons back.

Are you still suicidal?

No.

Part of my depression was caused by the
drugs and part was caused by other

factors that I was trying to deal with
in my life.

Quoting Dante can't change what
happened.

I won't get involved with a drug addict.

I've been clean for six years.

I won't get involved with an alcoholic
either. My mom was one. I admit I drink,

but I'm not addicted to alcohol.

I'm not that same naive 17 -year -old
girl.

I know you're a beautiful woman,
Beatrice.

Stop saying that.

It's an illusion. It was real. It was
everything.

As soon as I touched you, I knew.

I remembered you. My body remembers you.

It was only my conscious mind I had
forgotten.

I know I've hurt you.

And I know I have a dark side.

Will you let me show what I can do?

Will you let me show that I can be good?

I can be very, very good.

That isn't how I imagined it.

Finding you again is so different from
how I dreamed.

You came to me last night and it was
over there.

Every feeling, every... Every memory.

Every sensation I had came back.

Tell me meant nothing to you and I let
you go.

Your skin remembers me.

And so does your heart.

what I can do when I take it slow.

Friends don't kiss like that.

I want to court you.

And I intend to kiss you a lot.

I won't be shared.

I'm not in the habit of sharing what's
precious to me.

I won't share you either.

You may not sleep with anyone else, even
while I'm still deciding.

Done.

What about Paulina?

Don't worry about her. Is she your wife?
Ex -wife? No.

What about M -A -I -A, the tattoo on
your foot? Please, stop.

I can't. Then either can I.

Tell me what made you feel so insecure
about yourself.

Hmm?

Was it Simon?

You said it in your sleep and you found
that upset.

Tell me. No. Why not?

He didn't force you, did he?

No.

I can tell you everything.

I know I've disappointed you.

I wish I was the knight rather than the
dragon.

You can banish me.

Or save me with a single word.

I should go.

I need to prepare for my meeting with
Professor Becton.

When will I see you again?

At your seminar next week.

It's too far off.

Dinner? I can't.

You're still my professor and I'm your
student.

The figure of Beatrice, a study in Dante
by Charles Williams?

Catherine would be impressed if you're
familiar with it.

Thank you.

Goodbye, Gabriel.

It's Gabriel Emerson. I need to speak to
John immediately.

Tell him I'm on my way to see him.

Thanks.

Julia Mitchell, I presume.

Yes. It's wonderful to meet you,
Professor Pickton. Please.

Sit.

Your grades from St. Joseph's are
impressive.

Thank you.

But if I'm to be your advisor, I'll need
more than good grades.

I fell in love with Dante when I was 17.

Ever since then, he's haunted my dreams.

Continue.

My professional advice is to stay away
from her. Impossible.

Is she at least over 18?

What? Please tell me you're not screwing
a freshman. Don't be vulgar. She's a

grad student.

Oh, good.

I can't state for sure without first
seeing the non -fraternization policy,

you're likely putting your job in
jeopardy if you're sleeping with a

We're not sleeping together.

Keep it that way.

No sexual activity whatsoever, and it
doesn't matter if it's consensual. Got

But what if we're involved romantically?

And not sexually.

Are you kidding me, Emerson?

I'm dead serious.

Would our platonic relationship violate
that policy or not?

Given your reputation?

Regardless of whether you're believed or
not, the employer would still have to

provide evidence of her sexual nature.

Unless you're Chiquita. Don't call her
that.

Unless she or someone else files a
complaint against you.

And if they can't prove it?

If they can't prove you were fucking,
you'd likely receive a reprimand for an

improper relationship. But I can't state
for certain without first seeing the

policy.

Thank you, John.

And Gabriel, stay out of trouble.

No girls, no fist fight, no public
drunkenness, nothing.

Any lawsuit with the university will
expose your past.

Remember that.

Julian, it's Gabriel.

What are you doing here?

Dinner.

Nice towel.

I'll change.

What's all this for?

Just a little something to celebrate
Catherine agreeing to be your advisor.

How do you know she agreed?

She told me.

She also told me that you impressed her
greatly.

I didn't think I would when she said my
subject was derivative.

Instead of comparing courtly love and
lust, I'm going to examine aspects of

friendship between Virgil and Dante with
the theme of courtly love.

So instead of lust, love will be...

Love and friendship.

Sounds appropriate.

What about the non -fraternization
policy?

As long as we're chaste and discreet, I
don't think we'll have a problem.

Does that mean no kissing?

Do you want me to kiss you?

You can't because... Kissing me one
moment and grading my essays the next.

True. I've asked Catherine to grade your
work.

Now, where were we?

Is this an affair to you?

No.

No, I want us to get to know each other.

I want to spend as much time with you as
possible.

And once the semester is over we can see
where this is going, but that's

entirely up to you.

I'm at your mercy.

This is a declaration of desire.

If we were lovers, I would have kissed
you like that just to signal my

to take you to bed.

But for now, I can only declare that I
burn for you.

Let's eat.

I promise not to stay late.

What was that?

I want you to stay with me.

Good morning.

You're not saying much.

You're half naked.

You want me to be wholly naked?

Giovanni Ludovico Celio di Narni, from
where the valley ended, that scared me

death, a whore looking up and seeing his
feet.

By that Dante means...

You were there, midnight and noon, oh
Bring it back, bring it back, started to

tune I was high, I was high, over the
moon, oh

And it's good, and it's good, right from
the well.

Want to taste, want to touch, want to
see, smell.

And it feels like it feels.

Feeling so well Wanna drink, wanna drink
Right from the well

Now

here

I sit In my burning cell, summer sun
bleeding hotter

than hell.

I need your love like the air I breathe.

I need it more than you could ever
believe.

And you give, and you give, give it to
me.

And you give, and you give, all that I
need, Lord.

And I take, and I take the blood that
you bleed.

And you give, and you give, give it to
me, oh And you give, and you give, give

it to me And you give, and you give, all
that I need, oh

And I thank, and I thank the blood that
you bleed And you give, and you give,

give it to me, oh

Are you going home for Thanksgiving?

Yes. Are you?

Yes.

Would you consider flying with me?

I'd like that.

I don't like Thanksgiving.

But Grace made it nice.

We didn't really celebrate.

Why not?

During my last Thanksgiving with my mom,
she was on a bender with one of her

boyfriends.

I decided to cook a Martha Stewart
recipe.

I put all the food on a tray to carry it
to the table, and her boyfriend stuck

out his foot and tripped me.

Everything went flying.

Were you hurt?

I don't remember.

Sharon just laughed at me.

And then she got bored and went into her
room to... They didn't even bother

closing the door.

Just have fun.

Sharon hit me.

I fell and hit my head against the
corner of the kitchen counter.

Called my dad in the hospital and said,

That if he didn't come and pick me up, I
was going to run away.

I wasn't.

I never saw my mom again.

I'm sorry that those things happen to
you.

I'm pretty lucky, actually.

Sharon only hit me once.

No one hits me here.

And I have a friend who feeds me.

You should have been cuddled and adored
and treated like a princess.

I don't believe in fairy tales.

I'd like to make you believe.

Do you have any scares?

You can't hit something that you don't
know is there.

I'm sorry.

It's difficult to know what's worse.

Being hit or being ignored.

I guess it depends on the kind of pain
you prefer.

Happiness is something I know precious
little about.

Why aren't you happy now?

I bartered my birthright for a bowl of
pottage.

Yes, I can't quote scripture.

I'm not a pagan.

Richard and Grace were devout
Episcopalians.

I only go to mass when I'm sad.

Or at Easter or Christmas.

I still believe even though I don't live
like it.

I know that makes me a hypocrite.

All believers are hypocrites because
none of us live up to our beliefs.

But if you still believe, you have hope.

Happiness is possible for you too.

What do you mean?

I've committed the sin to death.

Do you believe there's a difference
between white...

of the doing.

Only a creature with a soul can tell the
difference between right and wrong.

You make mistakes, but you feel remorse.

You still have your soul.

A chance at redemption.

Will you stay?

I won't let anyone hurt you.

Least of all me.

When is your birthday?

Come on, don't deprive me.

When is your birthday?

September 1st. You missed it. No, I
haven't.

Are you free next Saturday?

We'll get celebrated then.

What will we be doing?

Let me worry about that.

Are you accepting my invitation or no?

I accept with gratitude.

Please don't tickle me.

I want to see you Friday night.

After your lecture?

Mm -hmm.

I'll have to come up with an excuse for
Paul. We're going together.

Did we or did we not have an arrangement
that excluded sharing?

We're friends.

He asked me to go. I didn't think it was
wrong.

Do you want me to see other women as
friends?

Going to public events with them?

No. Then extending some courtesy.

Being a grad student in a strange city
is lonely.

Please don't make me give up the one
friend I have apart from you.

Then I really will be isolated, since I
can't be around you all the time.

Julianne, I'll concede that you need a
friend.

But he needs to realize that you're no
longer available.

He's far too invested as it is, and that
could create a problem for us.

I'll tell him I have a boyfriend.

And his name is Owen.

Look at him.

A vest and a pocket watch?

How old is this guy?

I bet he has a personal portrait in his
attic that's aging rather rapidly.

Who's that next to Professor Martin?

Professor Singer.

She's the worst.

She's known as Professor Pain.

Pain?

She's an asinine.

You should check out her website. It's
pretty hardcore.

Better yet, don't stay away from her.

I do.

You look so overdressed.

You look nice.

Where from's the lucky guy?

Professor Martin invited me to the
faculty dinner after, and he said I

bring a guest.

Wanna go?

As friends?

Welcome.

Lust in Dante's Inferno. The deadly sin
against the self.

Immediately, one might wonder why lust
would be...

a sin against itself, since it is always
directed toward another, the

use of another human being for personal
sexual gratification.

Evil can only feed off of goodness, like
a parasite.

If all the goodness of a creature were
eliminated, then the creature in

would no longer exist.

Dante is expressing his notion that
totally love

is tied to reason rather than passion.

But what of lust?

If love is the rabbit, then lust is the
wolf.

Dante says so explicitly.

when he identifies lust as a sin, a sin
in which passion overtakes reason.

In Dante's philosophy, lust is a
misplaced love, but a kind of love

For this reason, it is the least evil of
the seven deadly sins.

In contrast to lust, which is a mortal
sin, is love.

Dante argues that a lover is related to
his beloved as if his

beloved were a part of himself.

Come sit.

I've ordered sangria for everyone.

Looks like Emerson and Singer had it
again.

What?

They had an affair.

And from the looks of it, it never
ended.

They dated.

Singer doesn't date.

She's into pain and control.

That means he's into...

Excuse me. I need to use the ladies'
room.

Please don't come to dinner.

Go to my place.

The concierge will let you in.

I'll explain later.

Do as I ask.

Gee.

My phone was off.

singer. It's a pleasure to meet you.

Julia.

Do I make you nervous, Julia?

No.

If you'll excuse me.

Did you like watching what I was doing
to Emerson under the table?

Because I saw you looking.

I think I've made you blush.

In fact, I think I'd make you blush all
over your body.

I think you want me to tease you.

You'd make a very pretty pet.

I'm not interested in being anyone's
pet.

Feisty. I like a feisty pet.

I'm a human being, not a fucking animal.

Human beings are animals, my dear.

We share the same physiology.

The same reactions to stimuli, and we
have the same need for food, drink, and

sex.

I know what an animal is, and I have no
interest in being fucked like one.

You can change your mind.

Come and find us. I had a chance, man.

She's toward me!

It's me.

I saw Singer follow you. What did she do
to you?

She invited me to become her pet.

This is what I wanted to avoid.

You're like a lamb to a wolf.

She only noticed me because I caught her
molesting you under the table. She's

goading me.

It's a game for her.

I can't react.

Well, I can, and it's disgusting.

Please, you're shaking. Tell me if she
hurt you. Hurt me? No.

I handled it.

But tell me, did you let her hurt you?

What did Paul tell you? Enough.

Are you into this sort of thing?

This is not the place to discuss it.

Do you still want her?

No. No, never. It was just a couple of
encounters.

It was over a year ago.

Is he one of the women in your photos?

Fuck no, those were women I liked.

Julian, I can't explain this here.

Please.

I don't understand why anyone would not.

Kindness.

Life is painful enough.

Go to my place.

I'll meet you there later.

Please.

I feel like I have no idea who you
really are.

And that hurts.

Not feeling well, sorry.

I'm going home.

You're still here.

I was worried you wouldn't. So was I.

You look so beautiful tonight.

Sorry I had my boots on your sofa.

Take them off.

Please.

Let me.

I've been admiring them all night.

Mm -mm.

It's okay to voice your pleasure.

It reassures me that I don't repulse
you.

You don't repulse me.

I'm glad to hear that.

Are you into the kind of pain Singer
provides?

No.

But you were with her and you let her
hurt you.

She didn't hurt me.

She left no scars, only regrets.

Not all scars are physical.

I can't be with someone who hits.

It is not in my nature to be Latin with
women.

Rather, to be seductive.

Anne was an exception.

Why her?

Why that exception?

I was in a dark place.

I thought she could help me, and... then
I was wrong.

And I've healed it out quickly.

What if the darkness comes back?

You dispel the darkness, Beatrice.

Someone hitting you.

Promise me you'll never go back to her.

I'll never ask for anything but that.

Nobody has shown me such kindness.

Your family has.

Just open your eyes.

Innocent angel.

I'm a virgin, but you can't have this
idea that I've never done things before.

I mean... I had a boyfriend.

And we dated for years.

Simon?

And we did things.

What kind of things?

I don't want to know.

Did he hurt you?

impatient and manipulative.

He told me I was rigid.

It wasn't all his fault.

Did you love him?

all the time.

But I don't want to make you feel
pressured.

So sometimes you'll need to take the
lead.

I'm sorry.

Never apologize for your desires.

You're beautiful and sensual.

We have to stop.

Happy birthday, darling.

Please do me the honor of gracing me
with your presence at the Royal Interior

Museum this Saturday evening at 6 o
'clock.

Yours with affection and deepest
longing, Gabriel.

Good

evening,

Miss Mitchell.

Your host is waiting for you upstairs.

I'll take your coat.

Hello, handsome.

Prasad?

I'm at your prom.

How did you arrange all that?

I donated a large sum to the Florentine
exhibit last spring, so I called it a

favor.

Florentini, please.

A ton of water with a twist of lime.

I have wine at home.

You are the vision.

It's going to take all my self -control
not to spread it away to the Victorian

Furniture Exhibit so I can make a lofty
in one of the four poster beds.

Stonic. I agree.

Does this please -

Your work of art.

Happy birthday.

Every part of this profession, but damn.

Professor Emerson.

Are you an ass man?

Please don't call me professor.

Because I don't want to think about a
university policy I'm making right now.

I have to create a whole new world to
describe it in all its glory.

Does it hurt?

It only aches in your absence.

I can't.

But it'll be a sweet, sweet death.

I'll get the tape of our thing against
the wall first thing in the morning. You

better.

It's beautiful.

Happy birthday.

I love it

This is the nicest birthday I've ever
had.

And it's not over yet.

That's what I would deserve first.

Chocolate cake.

Again, the candles don't move.

Hello, Jules.

How did you get this number, Simon?