Your Obedient Servant

"...Is there something the matter with you? Why are you talking like that?"

Erik cocks his head. "...Pardon?"

Erik shrugs apathetically. "As comfortable as it can be," he states.

Hm....I prefer red wine, but I don't mind a white wine, either. Other spirits are also acceptable.

Erik wishes you all the luck in your endeavors.

There is no single answer to this question.

I think that it is a stupid, made-up word. What are you on about??

Naturally.

I– Erik has never had beef with the Vicomte. We have never shared a meal, Erik would never do such a thing. Perish the thought.

[He unwraps the box, looking at the doll curiously. Then, he sets it on his organ nearby. He doesn't say anything, but you can tell he appreciates the gift.]

[🤨]

[...Alright.]

[Damn, okay. He did NOT appreciate seeing another version of himself.]