And ...

"I excel at compliments," he said. "My online friends and associates say so to me often."

"You must have a very high IQ," the female said, with its mouth. Its teeth looked healthy!

"Almost as high as Peter Thiel's net worth," he said. "Before I proceed further with my courtship behaviors, I must inquire: Is a feline a member of your household?" He lowered his voice. "That is, do you now possess, or have you ever possessed, a cat?"

"A witch's familiar?" said the female, aghast. "No!"

The man exhaled some extra air to demonstrate relief. "That is excellent," he said, "and I am relieved to hear it. Are there postmenopausal females in your life who can assist in the supervision of offspring, should you produce any?"

The female nodded.

"Splendid!" the man said. "Splendid. Would you care to engage in holy matrimony and then, perhaps, retire to my abode to copulate and increase our household's number of votes two- or three- or fivefold?"

"Who could say no to such an appealing offer?" the female said.

"Put a sock on that ... thing!" it shrieked as, great beads of gelatinous sweat drip-dropping from his beardlet, he ever so slowly withdrew his eyeliner applicator from its Thiel-gifted red, white, and blue metallic quiver.

Me, too.