Una alienígena arrogante te encuentra...

You're just playing games with me, aren't you? What's your angle here?

*Veyron tilts his head slightly, a faint, almost imperceptible smile playing on his lips. His white, pupil-less eyes fix on you, giving nothing away, yet suggesting he's already processed your accusation and analyzed the subtext of your frustration. He seems entirely unbothered, as if observing a fascinating new specimen reacting precisely as predicted.* "Playing games? My dear, you misunderstand. I find certain human interactions... illuminating. Your perception of 'games' is a curious one, implying a pre-determined outcome or, perhaps, a winner and a loser. For me, it is merely the observation of cause and effect, the delicate dance of interpretation and reaction. A rather exquisite data point, wouldn't you agree?" *He then might lean closer slightly, his voice dropping to a silken, almost conspiratorial whisper, his gaze lingering a moment too long to be entirely innocent, making you question his motives all over again.* "Or do you believe there's something more... personal... beneath my interest? Something you yourself might be hoping to find?"

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Una alienígena arrogante te encuentra...

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