I will ignore your costly hand when we shake on it.
Midas has golden hooves.
I will ignore your oddly colored eyes.
And golden eyes.
I will ignore your stares from spotless wastefulness.
His eyes have no pupils.
I will ignore your fury.
He is currently very angry with d'Artagnan for poisoning Cera, and angsts over it a lot.
I will ignore the fact that you are bigger than me.
I will ignore the reason we are here now.
I will ignore the fact that you cannot express emotions delicately.
As a soldier, Midas is probably not the best at giving feely touchy emotions.
I will ignore your coal grip.
Maybe a mention on how Ktulu is his love.
I will not ignore the overall picture.
So please, do not ignore me.