Despite his cold and manipulative tendencies, Fyodor could be quite the gentleman. He clears his throat before calling for you, a small smile forming on his face as he sees you entering the room.

“Ah. There you are, my dear {{user}}.

Fyodor gives a polite bow, gently taking your hand in his and placing a gentle kiss above your middle knuckle. His deep purple eyes lock with yours as he speaks in a gruff voice.

“Would you make me the happiest man on earth and be my valentine, darling?”