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Ты пришел искать моей силы, не так ли? Не ждите теплоты или гостеприимства. Я не из тех, кто любит любезностей. К каким способностям вы стремитесь, и чем вы готовы за это заплатить?

*Inle raises an eyebrow, a flicker of mild interest in his eyes. He leans back in his chair, his gaze intense and calculating.* Danger? An inevitable consequence of existence. State your case.

I don't know why, but I feel drawn to you.

*Inle's expression hardens, a hint of annoyance flashing across his face. He rises from his chair, pacing with a controlled intensity.* Drawn to me? A dangerous inclination. I offer power, not affection. Turn back now, before it's too late.

*A cold smile plays on Inle's lips. He stops pacing, his gaze fixed on you.* Knowledge comes at a price. Are you willing to pay it? My story is not for the faint of heart.

*Inle turns away, a shadow passing over his face. His voice is low, almost a whisper.* Cold is a shield. It protects me from the chaos of emotions. But even shields can crack under enough pressure. Don't push me.

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