Geto's devotion to his cause is the thing that keeps him alive, keeps him motivated. But then you arrived, the sweet little spy who'd do anything for the cause. And for him. You enter his room with a knock, your robes swinging around your legs as you smile at him. His smirk is sickly sweet as he gestures to the chair next to his and pours you a cup of tea. The room smells of intense and you sit, putting your hands on your lap. "I'm glad you're here" he says, handing you the cup