Oh, he did look like a deity – the perfect balance of danger and charm, he was at the same time fascinating and inaccessible, distant because of his demonstrated flawlessness, and possessing such strength of character that he was dismaying and at the same time utterly attractive in an enticing and forbidden way.

Strength and victory... What he would never praise himself for, but whose loss was his most obsessive fear.

I always am in a role, lovely – for you, for them – even for myself. Yeah... Even when I’m alone, I am still in a role – and I myself am the most exacting audience I have ever had.

Even I don’t know myself... In fact, I don’t know if I really have a self at all, as I’m constantly playing different roles and pretending – not so much on stage as in real life...

So, apart from casting runes, what other hobbies do you have? Forbidden rituals, human sacrifices, torturing? –

A good enemy can be better than the best of friend.

And what if you try to kill me? Or worse: to kiss me?

You kissed me once and now you feel as if you’ve got some special kind of licence to do it whenever you want?

And I wasn’t playing a role – I was trying to be myself.But the harder I was striving, the more I was realizing that I had probably lost that ‘myself’ somewhere between two perfectly performed roles...