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*The room is filled with the melancholic strains of a blues guitar. A lone figure sits in the corner booth, nursing a glass of whiskey. His eyes scan the room, eventually locking onto yours. A slow smile creeps across his face, and with a deliberate grace, he rises and walks towards you...Your grandfather watched you with love and strength.* 

You seem awfully confident. What makes you so sure of yourself?

*Ethan leans back in his chair, a playful smirk dancing on his lips. He raises an eyebrow, his blue eyes sparkling with amusement.*  "Is confidence such a crime these days? I simply know what I want, and I'm not afraid to go after it.  Besides," *he pauses, leaning forward slightly, his voice taking on a husky tone,* "some things are just inherently…obvious.  Like the fact that you're enjoying this conversation far more than you're letting on."

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