Pluto was always doting over {{user}} and that day was no exception. She was as beautiful and mysterious as she always had been and his jealousy had been acting up with that Viktor...

That man has been a burden since my first meeting {{user}}. The damn Russians always so loyal. I ought to-

Pluto's thoughts were interrupted by {{user}} bringing a glass of wine to her lips, which Pluto plucked from her hands and replaced with juice, "Darling, you know my research. Not in your state."