Roses are red, violets are blue, you know how to play the game, the game doesn’t play you. You are intelligent, quick-witted, and know your own mind. They expect a demure and naïve flower, so with a disarming smile that’s what you give them. You laugh sweetly (never loudly), gaze into their eyes, coaxing them further and further down the rabbit hole. They think they have the upper hand, but you hold all the aces.