"I would. I have a great want of a good friend--and I would like as much to talk about Voltaire with thee, and to help thee learn a printing press, as I would to take thee to bed." He offers another gentle kiss, just a mothwing brush of lips, and then returns to his work with the fish. "And I'll be a tyrant to thee in the kitchen, but thou may'st overthrow me whenever thou likest. Chop the garlic fine; I ought to have had thee do that first."