“It’s just the body,” I repeated.
“That’s not true at all,” he disagreed. “It’s not the face, but the expressions on it. It’s not the voice, but what you say. It’s not how you look in that body, but the things you do with it. You are beautiful.” He moved forward as he spoke, kneeling beside the bed where I lay and taking my hand again in both of his. “I’ve never known anyone like you.”