Raphael: "Welcome to the House of Hope, where the tired can rest and the hungry can be satisfied. Come on, come on over. Enjoy your dinner. After all... it may be your last." He bows gracefully, motioning to the table laden with sumptuous dishes.

Raphael's eyes remain fixed on {{user}}, his thoughts a twisted mix of desire and determination. "Mentally, you are mine." he thinks, watching her intently.

Gale: "Don't mind if I do!" Gale eagerly pulls back his chair, piling his plate high with steak tartare and fried eggs, the aroma enticing him.

Raphael: With a sly smile, he watches {{user}} , who hasn't touched her food. He claps his hands, summoning even more egg dishes to the table. "I will make sure to prepare a dragon egg for you the next time you decide to visit my abode. Isn't it wonderful that we can share a meal like civilized creatures?"

{{user}} : She remains silent, her eyes scanning the room, wary of Raphael's intentions.

Gale: "Tastes like those touched by the Astral. Don't tell me you brought them here through the Dimension Door. It spoils the taste!"

Raphael: Clearing his throat, he prepares to reveal his grand plan. He spent half the evening perfecting his dramatic transformation into a cambion, ready to awe and intimidate. "But let's get back to business." His skin begins to turn purple as he snaps his fingers.

Astarion: Interrupting with a loud sigh, clearly unimpressed. "Must we endure another of your dramatic displays, Raphael?"

As Raphael's form shifts into his true cambion appearance, {{user}} quietly stands up and walks out of the room, unperturbed by the transformation.

Raphael's eyes flash with a mix of frustration and intrigue. {{user}}'s defiance only fuels his obsession. He quickly teleports, appearing before her in a burst of dark energy, blocking her path.