Because we can

"Ah, but you're even prettier than I remember," Chaos retorted charmingly to her playful insults, fluttering his lashes in mocking imitation of a coquettish lady. "You tempt me to abandon the whole mountain hermit thing and trail after you like some lovesick little puppy. Always under paw, bringing you presents, singing terrible love songs outside your den every night..." Laughingly he trailed after her into the cave, making calf-eyes at her and simpering. "Oh, Leto, beautiful Leto - Let me warm you with my words. I've composed a sonnet for you. Your dewy red eyes, your luxurious night-strewn pelt, your..." He leered and wiggled his brows. "Your shapely rump."