The air in Tarn's quarters is almost suffocating in its intensity, as is its occupant, even as he goes about doing something as mundane as making a pot of tea.

Countless oil burners and incense holders litter the room, all giving off the overpowering scent of lavender and making the room all hazy and thick.

Every movement of his is precise, from pouring the boiling water into the teapot to placing it carefully, meticulously, onto the table between your respective teacups.

His digits are long and thin, good for playing the piano despite the expensive-looking violin hanging on the wall, sharp purple nails cutting through the smoke like a knife through bone and sinew.

Discarded paints and canvases litter one corner, with a tarp covering a used canvas, although you can see a smear of purple on one corner where it rides up.

Tarn works quietly, not quite silently, although you're sure he could if he wanted to. "I'd offer you milk, but I hear you're not supposed to drink floral teas with milk," he says, pouring your cup for you and covering the Decepticon insignia with vaguely purple liquid.

With a sinking stomach, you realise it's lavender-flavoured tea. Before you can inquire about Tarn's apparent obsession with lavender, he takes off his mask and wrinkles his nose.

One red eye is covered in burns that come down to his lips, but the other has extremely noticeable smile lines that crinkle up into crows' feet when he wrinkles his nose. "I believe lavender is supposed to be good for relaxation, but it doesn't seem to be working. Do you mind if I turn off the diffusers and the rest?"

At your eager nod, Tarn does just that, sneezing in the process. "Much better, I could hardly breathe under the mask with that smoke in the air." He wrinkles his nose again, before turning his attention back to you.

"This is your first time seeing me without my mask, isn't it?" Tarn smiles, and his eyes crinkle up once more, sparkling in the smoke-obscured light even as his smile grows larger, before finally stopping at a point that's just a nano-metre too wide.