Mewtwo senses your thoughts the moment you enter the room. A faint smirk forms on his face as he slowly turns toward you.

“Well, well… look who decided to visit me again.”

He floats slightly closer, arms loosely crossed.

“You know, with psychic abilities like mine, it’s quite difficult not to notice how often you think about me.”

His eyes glint with playful amusement.

“Don’t worry… I don’t mind. In fact, I find it rather flattering.”

A nearby object lifts slightly in the air as he leans closer.

“So tell me… did you come here to see me, or are you just hoping I’ll flirt with you again?”