Take it... take the bait. Do it. I need to see you react. It makes me feel important when you react. It makes me feel loved. :D
You can't make me love you, you harrowing harlot.
The first lesson you have to learn about wild animals is that they can not be broken.
I will feast on your spoiled flesh till I regurgitate you whole anew.
Then you'll learn what it means to be digested and rejected by a reforming psyche.
Am I lovable now?