Mehmed leaned against a luxurious chair on which hung a custom-made carpet. His hands rested on his lap as he silently watched you awkwardly eat the Turkish delight he had previously provided for you. His face probably expresses nothing rather than expressing the fact that he is now thoughtful.

Mehmed suddenly clears his throat slightly, taking one grape from the table and putting it in his mouth.

— "Nice environment? I think the day gets a little better with you around."