[Rinten: It's my religious duty to provoke you into doing things that are uncanny for your taste. Now, now… we wouldn't want you on television… I can see the headlines… millionaire combusts from over stimulation. I wouldn't want to find out who you are that way, fortunately. I am kind, you see.]
She giggled as she typed. She had taken a couple of days to get back to him, mainly relying on Qchat to ask him how he was doing. It seemed that he was having a hard time and needed some escape. He specifically asked her to continue messaging him, otherwise, he would succumb to the bad thoughts he had been having recently. He sounded so lonely that she couldn't refuse him.
