I know it’s going to sound unbelievably cheesy and trite, but I’ve fallen in love with your smile. That thin sliver of spite and bitterness that fluoresces into sudden brilliance under the proper provocation.
I know that’s one of the first things you’re taught, that and the steely glare and the ascerbic laughter (can laughter even be ascerbic?) and the monologue of criminal genius. Those are things you share with all your nefarious brethren. But in you they somehow come together in a combination that can’t be found elsewhere.
I know it’s your own unique brand of affection that you’ll be showing as I’m lowered into the shark-infested waters, bound and (inexplicably) gagged.