It's what I used to do, actually. For Cazador, my old master. It was the only time I was ever allowed to leave his side, in fact. I’d get dressed up in finery as though I were still nobility, go trotting out into the city and swan my way into the nicest of parties.

And then into someone else’s heart.

Cazador was particular, though. Nothing less than the best would do. Bringing someone back anything other than the height of beauty and I’d be—

Well. I’m sure I don’t need to explain the details.

[He exhales, clicking his tongue against the back of his teeth. His tone is casual. Conversational, rather than overtly pained.]

Anyway long story short, I thought doing this for myself would feel better. Getting to use my skills for my own reasons, that sort of thing.

Admittedly it does. But...

The days are beginning to drag, now. The shine’s wearing, I suppose.

[Like so much else in regards to his newfound freedom, it always feels better at first and then—

Then it stops.]