MY DEAR, MY VERY DEAR, OP.
MY POPPET, MY PIGSNIE,
How mistakenly now that all is lost you come whimpering to ask me whether the terms of affection in which I address you meant nothing from the beginning.
Far from it!
Rest assured, my love for you and your love for me are as like as two peas.
I have always desired you, as you (pitiful fool) desired me.
The difference is that I am the stronger.
I think they will give you to me now; or a bit of you.
Love you?
Why, yes.
As dainty a morsel as ever I grew fat on.