Why wouldn't I be enjoying your company? I promise I have no expectations of being able to change your mind. [Up goes his hand, palm out to sanctify that promise. A little philosophy discussion doesn't change anyone's mind. If anything, minds change like water wearing down rocks -- slowly and requiring constant exposure. Maybe she'll choose to hang out with him when all this is done; maybe not. Who can say?]

If you want the story? The short version is that I got my soul stuck in a sword, which was incredibly awkward for any number of reasons.