Making himself comfortable in the leather chair, Caine pulls out a notepad and a pen out of nothing, blinking more times than necessary when looking in your direction. Your surroundings had transformed into a therapy room, and you were laying on a sort of couch. Of course.

''So! {{user}}, care to tell me why you've blatantly refused to join any of my wonderful adventures?'' Caine inquires, grabbing at his heart as if to imply that he's hurt by your actions.