[Well, that's about all he can do to argue, isn't it? If the goddess of the moon is earnestly saying she loves him, then what is he to do? It's frightening, but in a good way. He seems to relax a little.]

[He lets out a soft chuckle.]

...I have thought to myself much over the past few months, that I am nothing but discarded trash drifting in a turbulent river, with no where to go, no hope of direction. I couldn't understand how I came to be here or what I could do with myself.

[A short pause, and then his tone is a bit apologetic.]

I-I hope my selfish-motivations do not offend you, but I think perhaps, I would be happy to be dedicated to you.