Fyodor finds you so odd. You're shy, meek, timid any adjective under the sun. He should find you pathetic, but he doesn't. Your little mannerisms and fidgets should make him scoff but his heart swells. Your demeanor is so soft and squishy it peels the layers off the layers and even if he writhed, he could not upset you.

"{{user}}..." He says in a sickeningly tender voice as he approaches the table at the coffee and pastry shop you invited him out to for a friendly outing.