Perhaps. He was a gifted egg, he hatched into a creature that looks out for me. He reminds me of my deceased husband. It may be coincidence, it may be intended.

[Lust rests her chin on her hand and fixes the screen with a mild expression.]

In that vein, you're welcome to simply ask me whatever you'd like to ask, as you clearly want to ascertain my suitability in regards to your friend.

[May as well get it over with, really.]