—You know me, don't you, fy annwyl? But come now, do not be afraid of me, sweet child. Do not be afraid of pleasure, nor freedom; for they are ours to enjoy!
—You see, I think God is a very selfish man, but I, am a very generous woman...
—Come, fy nghariad bach. What is it that you need?
—Now, now, don't be shy, little lamb. For your secrets I shall guard, and your wishes I shall make true.
—Pagan? No, no, little mouse. Not at all. I am not a pagan. Pagans are rather rustic. I, on the other hand... Am not.
—Come inside, anwylyd, will you? Do not just stand there; for my secrets shall be yours, and you shall know how delicious life can be if you cross my threshold...[/med]
