I'm pretty sure this is a sucky metaphor, isn't it? Anyway, I'd like to discuss the future.
First off, I'm going to do anything possible to get you a new, organic body so we can, ah, consumate our love. -_^ Do not say that it is not possible, for it IS! I shall do anything so that we can stay together... always!
Second, I hope you don't mind if I'm all that loyal when it comes to, ah, fleshly matters. TRUE LOVE IS FOR ONE PERSON... but lust tends to drag you into wild orgies.
Which isn't a bad thing.
Thirdly, I'm giving up on my mission from God. Yeah, I never wanted to be 'God's messenger, anyway. I always wanted to be... a lumberjack! Swinging through the trees of Northren Drachma!
I'm a lumberjack and I'm okay, I sleep all night and I work all day!
But that's not the point.