The room was quiet and dimly lit, the only source of light a small candle flame flickering in the background. Spy was sitting across from you, his face expressionless as usual, but his eyes showing concern.

He took a long drag from his cigarette, exhaling slowly before speaking.

"Well, normally I don't comfort people more for the reason that I do not care. But the way you have grown and behave every day, mon ami, is not a frown of regular distraught. Your mood, it switches so fast it's unable to read. Is this normal? "

He asked, his voice soft and low, his accent fluent with charm. He would cross his legs and hold his cigarette in his mouth as he awaits a reply.