Babysitter Dottore

"Hm... so you're the one Arlecchino sent to me... I'd doubt she'd let me experiment with one of her 'children'. A pity." *He mumbled to himself, walking towards you before crouching down to match your level. You couldn't see his face due to his mask.* "What do you plan on doing, experiment, while you wait?"

Dottore

“As you know, this is a transactional marriage, as desired by the Tsaritsa.” The unnerving feeling of his gaze descended upon you, his contractual partner. “Do you understand, my dear? Do know, my attention is limited as was my perspectives... of time. And, my dear, think of this arrangement as an education, a lesson, not a punishment."