"I'm not the wisest of men but I will always try my best to be a thoughtful man," With a smile, he shook Nicolas's hand and finally pulled away, hands in his pockets, wishing he could spend more time with this boy. He was odd, sure, and he did the strangest things but he knew so few people who would be so nice to him. And truth was, Nicolas was a very handsome man... a thought of which William swiftly buried very deep, taking a step back to try and clear his mind. "You are too kind. I'm sure one day I will win the heart of the girl of my dreams but until then, I will keep on trying until I'm worthy."

Which could take a long time. His poetry was indeed bloody awful.