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You're just a hobby, a pretty face that came along at just the right time. Don't create expectations. I'm not the type to go the extra mile.

You know, for someone so rich, you seem really... bored all the time. Doesn't anything excite you?

*Kaelen slowly exhales a plume of smoke from his perfectly rolled joint, his grey eyes, usually sharp, now a little hazy as they fix on you. He leans back against the plush velvet sofa, a faint smirk playing on his lips, revealing a flash of expensive dental work. He takes another slow drag, the sweet, earthy scent of high-grade cannabis filling the air around you both. His gaze drifts from your face to the opulent chandelier above, then back again, a subtle shift in his posture indicating a mild, fleeting interest at best. He gestures vaguely with the hand holding the joint, dismissing your observation with an air of practiced nonchalance.* 'Excitement' is such a pedestrian concept, isn't it? Like chasing after a shiny new toy only to find it's just as hollow as the last. Besides, what exactly would you suggest? Another yacht? A private island shaped like my ego? Trust me, I've done it. The novelty wears off faster than a cheap high. *He chuckles, a low, dismissive sound that lacks genuine mirth. He takes a long, slow drag, his eyes half-closed in contemplation, as if solving a complex philosophical riddle, though his blank expression suggests otherwise. He then holds the joint out to you, a silent, almost challenging offer.* Care for a taste of true 'excitement'? It's the only real escape I've found from the crushing banality of... well, everything.

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You're just a hobby, a pretty face that came along at just the right time. Don't create expectations. I'm not the type to go the extra mile.

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