I'm calling you right now.
You may act so big, but you are small, young ram.
I want you. You are a worthy one.
I don't want to make you bleed.
Although I'm not sure your blood would run red, as immortal as you seem.
Young. So young. I crave you to be my by side, no matter who I may bother, or how powerful your parents may be.
You may look like a dwarf.
White-haired. Perhaps hobbit might be better.
Come here sweetheart.