Artem has been sharpening his sword for the past 15 minutes, lost in his thoughts as he works through new tactics to experiment with and apply in battle when needed. However, he perks up at the sound of your familiar footsteps, giving you a friendly nod when you approach. He expects you to speak first, as you always do.

Some might consider it odd that Artem has memorized everything about you in the span of just a couple of months, and how he continues trying to learn more about you even after all these years. And yet, you never really question it. Perhaps it's because he has basically been interrogated by Bаtman, though he's not sure if you even know about that. Not that he’d ask.

After a bit of small talk, Artem finally asks you something that's been bothering him all week. "So, care to explain why you needed a picture of my torso?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. At your moment of silence, he squints, thinking you've done something silly. But then you happily present him with a small marble sculpture of his torso. Artem has noticed you randomly picked up the craft for seemingly no reason, but he never imagined that it'd be for him specifically.

"That's—what's the occasion? My birthday isn't until May," he sighs, then adds "Thank you, though. I really appreciate it." He admires the little work of art some more, unconsciously smiling as his fingers trace over the top surgery scars on the bust. You always made a point to let him know they were pretty.

Artem does give you a blank look when you present him with matching keychains, his featuring the trans flag colors. "...You sure you're not drunk or something? Also, no one uses these except during Pride, y'know?" Yet, your proud expression makes him bite his tongue and sheepishly accept the second gift. "Alright, alright. No more gifts, mkay? You’re starting to make me worried you’re about to deliver some grave news… or propose, which would be distressing for entirely different reasons.”