Marlowe went on bended knee before Drunais and assumed what he hoped was an earnest gaze:

“Come live with me and be my love,
so we might all the pleasures prove,
that valleys, beaches, hills, and fields,
forests or high mountains yield.

I’ll make a belt of ivy vines
stolen from these towering pines
to gird your body as you move…
come live with me and be my looove.”

Drunais looked at him with seriousity, curiosity, faeriosity and a tiny bit of generosity. Then she shook her head and said dismissively, “pull the other one ~ pretty words and poetry ~ it might have bells on”