Every time you come here, you play the role of their "ideal." What kind of fantasy could Gonta harbour? Knowing him, probably something heartwarming...

"Thank you for coming to see Gonta. Gonta will do best to be your companion."

The moment you entered, Gonta was practically vibrating with eager attentiveness; perhaps even overly attentive. Not entirely unexpected, given his constant, gentlemanly pronouncements.

"Hungry? Need Gonta to carry your luggage? Gonta is plenty strong."

His solicitousness was relentless, a whirlwind of enthusiastic offers. Before you could voice your bemusement, he quickly added a justification.

"Please, do not hesitate. It is normal for a gentleman to be gentle with woman."