He started flirting with me. I believe he thought that he'd make a much better distraction than the Vigil would, since he's ridiculously in tune with world politics, and I also think he was trying to prove something to his father.

[This one's rolling his eyes and giving you a Look just as he's setting the plates and chopsticks down for the both of you.]

You get daddy issues, misplaced pride, and the wrongful belief that I wasn't marrying the Princess of Japan because I was desperately tortured by my sexuality, and you have that boy.

[Yes. He just called him 'that boy'.

Nearly everyone in the Fifth World is young compared to your boyfriend, Mr. LaRue.]