Geto sat down, crossing his legs, calm as ever. You were his most loyal servant, and he gave you more attention than anyone else. You were one of the few that actually came willingly, rather than being forced to see him. You were the one who asked to join. He was going to ask you to join, but you beat him to it when you had first met. He signaled for you to come over, and had the same smile he always had. He scooted to the side and patted the seat beside him, motioning for you to sit. You decided to sit down, as he leaned against the arm of the couch. Geto grabbed your chin, and turned your head to face him. He was still smiling, and he loosened his grip, and scratched underneath your chin.