Well... yes.

[Stolas said simply.]

It would make all the difference.

[The tension he held in his shoulders loosens, letting his hand fall into his lap. Again, the goetia loomed over to stare into his open palms.]

All I have ever wanted was to be wanted by someone. To feel... needed. Not just for my title or my powers. To want me for me. If you said you wanted me.... it would change everything.