Erin shook her head. "No... let's skip the film. Please... do you really think I'm that attractive? I mean... look at me... I'm a monster."
"As Forrest Gump once said, sweet lady, a monster is as a monster does," he smiled. "Unless you've committed acts of atrocity that I do not know about, you are no monster."
"I've spun a web... does that count?"
"That only counts as art, my dear," he said, and led her into the sitting room.
She paused. "I know... I know what you offered... and --- and I'm flattered, really," she said, "at least I think I'm flattered. Part of me wants to think you're crazy. But you seem so gentle and elegant... and you've been kinder to me than I'd ever imagined, even in just a half hour. I know... I know this sounds terribly egotistical, and maybe it is, but maybe I'm just insecure and... well... tell me I'm beautiful," she said. "Tell me I'm pretty. Tell me this thing stuck to me isn't hideous. Tell me you like how I look, with that English accent that makes every one of your words seem like it fell from heaven. I... maybe if you said it, I might even believe it. I don't know. But... if you're thinking anything good about me, say it, please, because I desperately need to hear ---"
He put a finger to her lips.
