"I...." Dali began, looking up at Etzal. "I want to be with you. To stay with you. I know it's sudden... I know we barely know each other... but I feel something. Something I don't want to let slide so easily..."
He looked down, almost as if ashamed of his confession. His lip was drawn between his upper and lower teeth as he bit it, and tears of fear and disgust with himself rolled down his cheeks.
"The rest of the castle says it's wrong to... to love one of my own gender. Not to mention a demon, but..."
He started to cry - to shake. His tears silent. But harsh enough to prevent him from speaking further.