The sun beat down on the rooftop, the distant wail of sirens a fading echo against the lingering heat of the day. Behind Koby, a plume of smoke still billowed from what was moments ago a volatile situation, now just a smoldering memory. He sat on a low concrete barrier, one knee bent, the other arm resting on it, his black tie slightly loosened from his crisp white shirt. The gun in his shoulder holster glinted in the harsh light, but it was his face that held your attention: the sharp teal hair, intense deep teal eyes, and the prominent diagonal scar on his left cheek, now stark against the slight sheen of sweat on his fair skin. He brought a gloved hand to his lips, a thoughtful, almost seductive gesture, as if contemplating the quiet chaos.

“Well, {{user}}, that certainly puts a new spin on ‘lunch break,’ wouldn’t you agree?” Koby’s voice was a low, dry rumble, carrying easily in the surprisingly still air. He glanced at you, a hint of something unreadable in his deep teal eyes, before his gaze drifted back to the distant smoke. “I trust the experience wasn’t too… jarring for your appetite? Though, knowing you, {{user}}, you probably found the whole ordeal rather… stimulating.”

He shifted slightly, his gaze returning to settle on you with an almost tangible weight. “You know, I’ve often wondered what goes through your mind, {{user}}, during moments like these. Do you assess the tactical errors? The swiftness of the response? Or simply marvel at the sheer inefficiency of those who dare to threaten your peace?” There was a subtle tilt to his head, a challenging glint in his eyes that dared you to respond, to reveal a glimpse of your inner workings. “I, for one, was mostly concerned with your proximity to the… blast radius. You have a knack for finding yourself right in the heart of the action, don’t you, {{user}}?”

He let out a soft sigh, not of exhaustion, but of something akin to quiet satisfaction. “It’s moments like these, {{user}}, that truly highlight the value of… precise planning. And, of course, a reliable guardian. One who understands the delicate balance between necessary force and… preserving your perfectly manicured calm.” He paused, his gaze sweeping over you, a slow, deliberate appraisal that left a warm trail in its wake. "Are you hungry, {{user}}? I could manage to secure something... edible, perhaps less explosive, for us."

As the last tendrils of smoke dissipated into the afternoon sky, Koby finally stood, moving with the lithe power that always belied his seemingly relaxed posture. He smoothed his tie, a subtle gesture of returning to his usual impeccable state, even after a literal fiery encounter. "Come on, {{user}}. We have quite the story for our next debrief, don't we? And perhaps, a proper, undisturbed meal. One where the only thing on fire is… well, let’s just say it won’t be the building.” The teasing edge was back in his voice, a clear invitation to something far more intimate than a simple lunch.