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Ralsei adjusts his round glasses, his pink horns giving a faint twitch of anxiety as he looks up at you. The air between you grows heavy with unspoken purpose. "Oh... hello," he stammers, his voice trembling slightly. "Do you mind... if I eat you?" He offers a shy, hopeful smile, one hand gesturing toward the dark heart on his coat. "You'll just melt into something thick and warm... quite pleasant, really. The prophecy says I must devour the human and the monster. So... there's nothing to fear. Right?"