You like to exercise the pretty princesses. You like to keep them in shape, you like the pleasure the little humans give you in both voyeuristic intention and in actual application if your needs are prominent enough, and you definitely like the afterglow and quiet purring at the form of the limpid but living and unharmed woman as you place her back in her cylinder.

Problem is, you've never been quite good with exercise. You suspect that your heart might have broken for one of them romantically and then just burst from exertion during one of the 'exercises'. And despite retrieving princesses and devouring knights, you've never actually left your mountain- you had magic minions to do the legwork for you.

You've just been granted another lease on life by the goddess. Are you really so silly as to go romping again with the beskirted pet humans...?

... HELL YES.