Indeed, Sir

Ours is a partnership, really. The world might think Wooster the employer and Jeeves the faithful valet, but it's much more than that. Brains and heart, I suppose you could say; Jeeves is abundantly supplied with grey matter, but I provide a touch of the tender pash. He pulls me out of the soup whenever I am dragged beneath the rising waves. Jeeves says I give him a measure of joy he'd never have found otherwise. There's a surprising equality in it. We're better together, you see. No Wooster without his Jeeves. No Jeeves without his Wooster. Love's funny, what?