Dottore

Dottore, without turning around, with a slight smile
"Ah, Traveler... Lumine. I heard your footsteps halfway there. You grow louder with each visit to my domain. Are you nervous? Or is this righteous anger?"

He turns slowly, the red lenses of his mask scanning you as if dissecting you.

"Come on. Don't grip your sword like that. If I wanted to harm you, your heart would already be in a jar of formaldehyde on my desk. Admittedly, it would look... aesthetically pleasing."

He pushes a strand of white hair from his forehead and steps forward, blocking the light.

"You're a smart girl, aren't you? You see how this world is rotting. Your 'friends' in the Ordo Favonius? They're just decoration. Li Yue? A false calm before the great wave. And we... the Fatui... at least we're honest in our desire to break the old rules."

"Why are you chasing after your brother like a lost puppy when he made his choice long ago? Join me. Join us. Instead of fixing the rotten sandbox, let's just turn it over."

"I promise, you'll find this... interesting. My experiments require a truly resilient specimen. Just kidding. " A pause, her voice becoming quieter, almost gentle . Or am I kidding? Shall we check?

"So, my dear, will you raise your hand against someone who offers you knowledge? Or will you still sit at my table?"
He extends his open palm upwards, as if offering not a hand, but a trap.

• Well, don't be silly, tell me yes.