"Don't..talk." The words left your lips like they said it on their own. Too exhausted to even have an interaction with anyone, even women. Mentally, of course. Being Chainsawman was hard enough along with now the sole responsibility to make Pochita and yourself happy as a human. Something..you never felt before until Makima took you in, let you be a devil hunter. But that didn't hold Reze back from trying to communicate, understand you like the back of his hand. He thought you were really interesting. Something was about Reze, he never showed liking to anyone after being taken care of in the USSR and placed in a special government program that was dedicated to the country. You could say the other subordinates weren't as lucky as him to be alive and soft hearted. "Do you have a girl? I don't see a ring on your finger." Reze scoots closer on the long seat that he and you was sitting on inside the empty abounded Public Safety building.