You are right, that is the scent of pine emanating from by breath. I'm sorry if it bothers you. I hope it does not interfere with our mating interests. Today I ate the Boreal Forest for breakfast. I suckled on glaciers that were flavoured with human blood. Where are you going? I just want one baby, a small child to cradle on the tip of my finger. I'm not asking you to father an army. Don't run. The clouds will never lie to me. I will find you from my castle. I will say something like 'Mark my words,' or something else that is stupid and I will look at you from my castle with my periscope. I will say something villainous, like 'A Ha! I've found you, you bitch! I'm going to make you suffer! You Bitch!' Okay, that may not be villainous enough but I will say it with a seriously sarcastic tone. And you will know that I am coming for you when the thunder does not stop. And that thing you will see in the sky will not be lightning. It will be me shooting at you with my tiny pistol; it shoots meteors. I wouldn't consider hiding beneath the earth. I can uproot an entire jungle with a sneeze. Why do you make me feel? The rivers will always tell me where you are. I'll capture you and you'll be mine in a glass prism. I'll just touch your hair softly and I'll shut the doors and never look outside again.