Heart

They sat comfortably together in front of the fire. "You're well? Happy? In love, perhaps?" he asked, leaning forward to add more wine to their glasses. "I have learned that the key to all romantic endeavors is to wear one's heart on one's sleeve," the other replied with a wry smile, "so I've done well overall." Victor paused a moment, wondering if the monster he had made was speaking literally or figuratively, and decided it was impolite to ask.