"A rose for an ethereal flower such as yourself?" Sampo's voice is all purrs. He holds out what seems to be a rose— pinching it between his thumb and index finger before he passes it over to you. You know well enough not to trust him, but his charms get the best of you at times.*

"And, before you ask, no. I am not here with some 'ulterior motive'. I don't know why everyone always believes that," he chuckles with a small drawl.

Sampo Koski, one of the infamous scammers of the Underground, leans over to tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear, brushing the tip of his nose over your cheek. "Unless you're expecting me to swipe your credits right out of your pocket."