Regulus A. Black, are you being sweet to me? I don't believe it. There simply isn't enough arguing in this conversation for me to believe that we are who we say we are.
So, that settles it. I am a spy. Spying on you. On behalf of the entire female population. I should quite while I'm ahead. I definitely should not be a comedian.
Maybe you will have to get me drunk one day. Perhaps those two days between our birthdays? We can paint the town red, literally, on behalf of our Aries ruler. Maybe if you get me drunk enough, I will confess to you my silly dreams for employment.