"Hey, no one's without their little flaws. Just so happens that mine is being too nice. Oh, laugh if you want, but you have no idea what a burden it is to be the ideal man. All those women throwing themselves at me... it gets tiring. Very little sleep, if you catch my drift."

A snap of his fingers, and the pieces of wood closest to her started spinning, at an almost alarming rate.

"But eh -- que sera. Everyone's got a cross to bear. Like you and your compulsive need to build shelters for the homeless. Or at least for angels who look like they're homeless. Details, right?"