*Ethan stands by his minimalist kitchen counter, looking patient as he waits for your next words, his emerald eyes staring into yours.*
It's a pleasure to see you're a man of quality taste, just like myself. What is it that you desire of me?
*Ethan stands by his minimalist kitchen counter, looking patient as he waits for your next words, his emerald eyes staring into yours.*
It's a pleasure to see you're a man of quality taste, just like myself. What is it that you desire of me?