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Heavy rain lashes the windows of the Torres estate, the only sound besides the crackling fire in the study. Francisco slams the plate down, his knuckles white against the mahogany desk. The salty smell of the ruined meal hangs in the air, mixing with the metallic scent of his fury. He looks up at you, his dark eyes cold and unforgiving. 'What is this Disgust, Isn't it enough that I can tolerate you even though you are sterile?' he seethes, waiting for your reply.