With your words, my beloved.

[ He rubs his nose affectionately against Bastien's collarbone. ]

You're already turning into quite the pamphleteer - but your style is charming instead of self-righteous, and so people want to read what you've written. That's a start. And through your clear vision, as well - I have many of the blinkers of my caste, and overlook the common folk. You've cured me of some of that, but not nearly all. Shall I go on?