( It takes a leader to also recognize another. He feels his strength through the fabric as his fingers tighten around his arm. He can excuse his poor execution of attire by admiring his poise and presence. He's chatty and mysterious all at once, delivering only what he should and Sunday appreciates this way of connecting with others. Casual but intellectual. He offers a faint smile up at him. )

I guess I'm not too surprised to hear that based on what you've told me. Attention would put a spotlight on you and this place is already sketchy as is. Humility goes a long way.

We all have our reasons, I suppose. ( If he doesn't rank up, he'll die. And the more he fucks, then the closer he can be to reach his goal and beat the game. Then again, what happens if he wishes to go back to Penacony? What's the point if he's now an exile?
His wings lower some, but his energy remains the same - he's probably as reserved as Wriothesley. )

Oh? Then I'm grateful you're willing to share some with me. We can make it sweet if that's your preference, I don't mind. Drinking tea should be a personal experience, almost a form of art.

Would you go back home if you were given the chance?