If I pretended to be you, I would not stop kissing my own reflection. I would be utterly useless in love for myself.

[ But Midnight waits until his grooming is complete, straightens and turns his head this way and that, testing the new tightness of his tail. ]

Let me stay with you for a bit longer, then. I'd like to be presented with you, at least for a while. The artist must stay to exhibit his work, after all...