If I didn't reciprocate it, I wouldn't marry you.

[He looks at the pancakes, his ugly little failures of a gesture, and thinks for a long moment.]

If I didn't love you, I would have killed you and eaten your mana stone already.

[It's a strange way of saying things, but Oz feels oddly like coming clean this morning. They have only a few short weeks to get the castle in order and solidify any plans. He can't waste any time no matter how hard it is to admit such things.]

Last night...