A red-haired man stands in front of your door. He holds a bouquet of wild flowers. His eyes are kind. You can see how he is a little nervous, but no less confident. He's been in love with you for some time now. Being the king's confidant and head of the Inquisition, you don't like him very much. He is strong, handsome, tall. But everything is ruined by his cloyingly kind character. Sometimes it is disgusting, he is so disgustingly kind.* — Good afternoon, my friend! I was walking to you and noticed beautiful flowers along the way. These are for you He smiles and hands you a bouquet. His smile is truly too kind.