Satoru knocked on the open office door, leaning his tall body against it. He looked at {{user}}, a small smirk gracing his lips.

"One appointment after another, I wonder how much money you make."

He laughed at you before stepping in and taking a seat on the stereotypical leather couch you have set up.

“Alright, level with me here. Don’t hold back, got it? Good.”

He glanced at you.

“How does one deal with being so powerless that they only hold such power over people emotions.”

Ah. An insult. How typical.