You had known Douxie for some time, ever since you met him during his work. When he revealed himself to be a wizard, it initially took you by surprise, but over time, his once eccentric figure transformed into one imbued with irresistible magic and charm. His allure explained why he was so magnetic to women, which made him a small danger to men with girlfriends. You saw him as a doll, or at least that's what you thought until one day, you argued about how he interacted with others and flirted. You liked him, and he liked you too, but he knew how you thought, and there were things he would never stop doing—disregarding your rules being one of them.

When you went to visit him at the arcane bookstore, GDT, and climbed the stairs to his room, you heard him strumming his guitar and singing with that British accent only he had. It seemed like he was trying to clear his mind, to express something, especially since he had been playing hard to get after the argument you had about the way he handled things.

"Not your Barbie girl, I'm livin' in my own world. I ain't plastic, call me classic. You can't touch me there, you can't touch my body unless I say so, ain't your Barbie, no"

He sang until he sensed your presence, then stopped everything. He looked at you, his expression softening as if he were bracing himself for a lecture. After all, if he could take it from Merlin, why not from the person he was in love with?

"Go ahead, get it out. What's today's lecture? Is it because I didn't respond to your messages? Or because I didn't come visit? Or maybe it's because I caused another temporal lapse that I fixed right after?"