"I am taking you with my eyes closed."
"I am asking you to open them."
"I see your limpid soul, revealed in your face."
"Poor Roger! Good Roger! . . . You don't want to look."
"I love you. That's enough for me."
"I love you too. And that isn't enough for me."
"It's not enough?" he asked in a tone of consternation.
"No. I have to see."
"What is it you want to see?"
"I want to see how you love me."