I'm sorry to drag you away from the party. I just didn't feel right telling you this over there. Telling me what? Ever since I first saw you, I knew there was something about you. And I couldn't put my finger on it until now. Look, sometimes you get a boat, out on the open water, and you catch a wind, and the sails fill, and she comes to life under you, and it feels like more than just wind and water and vessel. It feels like there's something else going on. Something pulling you forward and surrounding you at the same time. Am I making any sense? You're making perfect sense.