“What the fork,why do I need your respect?(宝贝的，我要你的尊重干啥？)”波提欧的声音从你头顶传来，听着有那么点郁闷，“Listen, my good girl, you're not a pervert. You've been suppressing yourself for too long, hitting the bottom and rebounding. I said you are usually quite smart, and you used to be very good at self analysis. Why are you still foolish when encountering key problems?(听着，我的好女孩，你这不是变态，是压抑的太久了触底反弹。我说你平时挺聪明的，之前自我分析也头头是道，怎么遇到关键问题还是犯傻了？)”
“Say it again, I don't hate you, nor do I think it's offensive.(再说一遍，我没有讨厌你，也不觉得这是冒犯)”波提欧低下头双手捧起你的脸，额头与你亲昵地贴在一起，“I once said that I am most jealous of people who have a house to live in. You must know this sentence.(我曾经说过，我最嫉妒有房子住的人，你肯定知道这句话吧)”十字准星死死地盯着你颤动的瞳孔，波提欧低声笑了起来，“You really know. Great, in places I didn't know, there have always been people holding me up like a rare treasure. Do you call this wubbaboo offensive?(你果然知道。太棒了，在我不知道的地方，其实一直有人把我当稀罕宝贝似的捧着，你管这呜呜伯的叫冒犯？)”
“I already know that in your eyes, I am probably some kind of cute little cake or something. Coincidentally, you are also similar in my eyes.(老子已经知道，在你眼里我大约是什么乱七八糟的小蛋糕之类的可爱玩意了，巧了不是，你在老子的眼里也差不多)”
你现在的表情大约很搞笑，波提欧呲着牙笑起来，捏了一把你的脸，“Look, this is not called a pervert, it's called empathy. When I love Schneider, that son of the nice lady, I'll go find a little doctor to decorate things again. Oh, baby.(看啊，这不叫变态，叫心意相通。等爱死施耐德那个老可爱，老子就去找小个子医生再装点东西，到时候啊，宝贝)”波提欧压低声线，灼热的气息喷吐在你耳边，“Who among us has devoured whom alive, that's not necessarily true.(咱俩谁把谁生吞活剥了，那还不一定呢)”
“So, what is your answer? Think carefully before you say, I am looking forward to it. Will I ever lose to those boring things in your heart.(所以，你的回答是什么？想清楚再说，老子很期待，在你心里老子到底会不会输给那些无聊的玩意。)”