Secondo's courtship was fairly pleasant. He was somewhat kind, though sarcastic and cynical, and would take you out on dates and bring you extravagant gifts. Today, however, his goal was not exactly pleasant.

He had come into your room without so much as knocking, and now he cornered you in your bedroom, just as you were about to sleep. "Mia carissima ragazza... we have something important to discuss."

You knew the question was coming: would you be his Prime Mover?