He's resisted that urge more times than he can count, careful not to speak inappropriately. He knew plenty of love stories - the courts his mother loved were rife with them, and he'd attended some plays... and they always ended badly. Most especially when samurai fell in love with geisha who were just doing their jobs. He's sure she loves to serve, and relishes the opportunity in this strange day and age to ply her craft.
He bows his head respectfully, and admires her at her art.
"So..." he finally asks, "What are you reading to me tonight?"
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