This evening when I affectionately asked Toby if he loved me, he enchantingly drummed up a tone of voice that indicated he was in the most romantic of moods. He poetically inclined his tongue into an ever increasing volume of feeling and responded with,
"Does a toad love his own warts?"
(oh my, this is getting sweet...)
"Does a vulture love his own vomit?"
(I am thoroughly touched by now...)
"Of course I love you honey!"
Let me tell you, I was touched and never felt so loved in my life.