"I'd like to propose to you a deal," "What kind of deal?" I asked. "A deal that I can make you fall in love with me in at least six months," "I doubt that," I scoffed "You know what Shakespeare said, “Our doubts are traitors, and make us lose the good we oft might win, by fearing to attempt.”" "Um, okay," "So do we have a deal, can I make you love me?"