Clearly you will have to be fought for.

I should imagine it a tough battle to come.
But as I doubt neither you nor myself, I see beyond it .-- We use phrases in common, and aphorisms, it appears.

Why?
but that our minds act in unison.

What if I were to make a comparison of you with Paris ?--the city of Paris, Lutetia.' 'Could you make it good ?' said Clotilde.
He laughed and postponed it for a series of skimming discussions, like swallow-flights from the nest beneath the eaves to the surface of the stream, perpetually reverting to her, and provoking spirited replies, leading her to fly with him in expectation of a crowning compliment that must be singular and was evidently gathering confirmation in his mind from the touchings and probings of her character on these flights.
She was like a lady danced off her sense of fixity, to whom the appearance of her whirling figure in the mirror is both wonderful and reassuring; and she liked to be discussed, to be compared to anything, for the sake of being the subject, so as to be sure it was she that listened to a man who was a stranger, claiming her for his own; sure it was she that by not breaking from him implied consent, she that went speeding in this magical rapid round which slung her more and more out of her actual into her imagined self, compelled her to proceed, denied her the right to faint and call upon the world for aid, and catch at it, though it was close by and at a signal would stop the terrible circling.
The world was close by and had begun to stare.

She half apprehended that fact, but she was in the presence of the irresistible.