Well, I hardly like to put words in the mouth of a lady so lovely, already so well spoken. Of the wide world of opinions you might have of me, all I've done is excise that which is not bad. Leaving the only possible conclusion, of course...

[ That he is good. Of course he is. He kneels, sets his chin on his hand, and gazes up at the woman, eyes all warm, all doe, sloppy with affection. They'll meet again later, Midnight waiting on her hand and foot, but his first impression of his judge is excellent. ]

Come now, what score would you bestow upon me? Be honest. Or do you need a closer look?