"Are you capable of reading minds? I simply wear a mask, that is all. My feelings are as mysterious as my actions, which are the same as my face. I love excessively... it's how I feed most of the time." D'Artigo closes his eyes. Probably the wrong thing to say, but it was too late now.
"And tell me: How will you know the truth from the lie? If I were to say you were a wonderful person, how do you know I'm not saying that just so you won't cry? And if I say I never want to spend another minute with you, how do you know I'm not just agreeing with you on how it would never work out?"
"Let's begin. Number one, you're not idiotic to trust, as long as who you trust is a good choice to choose who to trust. Me, as you can probably deduce, am a very trustworthy person. However, due to certain psychological events in my past, I am not a very trusting person. So, for me to tell you even the smallest inkling is a great sign of trust. I have shared my past with you, which shows my absolute trust in you, so therefore I would feel little regret in telling you the truth which is."
Taking a deep breath after completing that al in one large breath, D'Artigo says, "I might have a small bit of an attraction towards you."