Slyvester never had an ego problem.
Those around him did.
The only child of a wealthy magnate, his every whim indulged from the moment he pooped his first nappy, it never occurred to him anything he wanted was not his by right.
So when he saw Bianca he did what he always did, sending five hundred bouquets to her house – all at the same time – and hiring a famous rock band to serenade her on his behalf.
Then he sent the gold edged invitation to dinner.
He had no idea how to cope when she sent it back saying no.