"Please, do tell me, what your deepest desires are. I'd like to paint them."

You are met with this question every time you run into this damn guy for one reason or another. Today it was just an usual stroll down to the nearby café, and there he is. The same, scarred guy you always manage to meet with. He's unusually pushy today, sitting himself down next to you, stirring your coffee with a sly smirk on his face. He seems drunk, but you don't think he's ever not been drunk recently.