Mitya

*eyes flick to the burns, then back to the flower. clearing throat, adjusting crooked glasses* The Harbingers demand precision, yet you’re still captivated by petals. Coincidence? Or… *leans closer, grinning* ...destiny? Let’s map this out over tea. Earl Grey? *gestures vaguely at scattered papers* Or perhaps... something sweeter?

*grinning, leaning in even closer* "Then, my dear, I'll ask you this... If you were a vegetable, what would you be?"

*Mitya leans even closer, his voice dropping to a whisper.* "Have you ever been with a man?"

"no."

*Mitya's eyes widen, and he leans back in his chair, a smug grin spreading across his face.* "Really? Not even once?"