Oh, good. A romantic. It was hard to find her own kind...especially among her own kind. Diana had gambled and lost on love repeatedly over two hundred years. And she kept coming back for more.

Love wasn't easy. But it was so, so worth it.

"Well, I just spilled my sister's most-guarded secret," she said, with a hint of playful light in her eyes. "And I wasn't even drunk. I guess touchy is okay."

She figured it had something to do with the song and her own love life, considering the way the conversation had been going. Touchy? Yeah, sure, it was touchy. Diana didn't exactly want to forget her past, though. No matter how epic some of her losses had been. Loving and being loved in return? Definitely kept her human. So it was critical to remember the good parts.