Vyers was about to continue, but stopped before he could even begin, turning to face Pumbaa with a blank expression. That... was something he hadn't been expecting to come out of the warthog's mouth. Perhaps it would be better to ignore that statement for now.

"That I was, as hard as it is to believe," he said with a nod. "Shunned, stared at, mocked! First in my youth and then now... Is it so odd for a demon to show affection? To believe in love, that beautiful, blossoming flower, in the midst of a society of those who deny it entirely? Even if it is not a popular belief, that does not mean the very idea should be shoved to the side, never to be touched upon."