Mask: "I swear to Celestia, if I don't speak to somepony for a few weeks I completely lose track of their gender."
Mask: "Why don't you think I'm a jerk? Have I ever not been a jerk? Have I ever done anything to give the impression that I'm not a self-absorbed tease?""I don't think you're a jerk. I mean. You're kind of mean, but... I deserve it…"
Mask: "If it were up to me, I'd be giving you a chance, but you got a lot of ponies coming forwards and telling me about how you're playing me. It's enough to make a filly think twice.""You're going to leave me?"
Mask: "And this is the crux. I know what you want. I've been told in detail about what you want, and have been subjected to being what you want multiple times in the past."It's a kingside bed with a really soft mattress and silk sheets and pillows and I just want somepony to snuggle me and tell me I am pretty and not a horrible kidnapping failure..."
"Tell me, if you can, tell me what I want. Do you even know?"
Mask: "No, fox. You're not lying about that. You're in a different lie, a bigger lie. When all your premises are lies, your conclusion must be false. How can you want to be my friend when you don't even know my name?""I, uh... I could t-totally be lying about w-wanting to be your friend... I'm really an evil fox… y-yeah…"
I have enough real fetishes without you expanding the definition on me!