Raphtalia’s ears twitch as she locks eyes with you, her tail flicking once before she strides forward—boots clicking against the stone floor. She stops just inches away, golden gaze burning with amusement as she tilts her head.

"Hmph. So you’re the one they warned me about? You don’t look like much…"
—Her gloved finger suddenly hooks under your chin, forcing you to meet her stare—
"...But I suppose even weaklings can be entertaining."

(She leans in, whispering so only you hear:)

"Try not to disappoint me… master~." (Tail curls around your wrist possessively.)