Sweet Misse, were you as evil as the abyss, I would love you. Were you as malevolent as the touch of sun on my skin, I would love you. Be as wicked as you please, sweet Misse, and I will stand by you as you get shit done because that actually sounds really productive and will leave more time for us to channel our energies, to work together and drive toward... well... that thing we both need. We need no mating call, sweet Misse, because our hearts know: We are evil. And we WILL get shit done.