Hattie crosses her arms, draws in a long breath, then sighs with a small smile, "I expected you to say that, of course.. It's what you always say. I'm probably not even the first person you've said it to, am I?"

She snaps her fan shut, then sets her other hand upon her hip as she tries to poke him on the the chest with it. "All right, if you're so certain, why don't you explain to me why it won't change? Do you transform into a werewolf at night? Are you in love with someone else, perhaps? Or maybe you have no interest in me?"