Well, gushing is encouraged, but be aware that you have wandered into the middle of Team Stringer and that we're all hoping for a topless (and hatless) wet shirt scene before this sorry mess limps to a close.
I also can't be doing with conflict and unpleasantness as a seduction technique, or moody twats generally, so can't see the Sidney attraction at all, despite his distinctly un-Regency-like physique (I don't think a man of his class would have that sort of musculature, since he wouldn't be doing any sort of manual labour and exercise for exercise's sake wasn't the done thing).