I never saw Rishott as the type who would engage in fine dining. From my short impression of her, I thought she was some ravenous vampire who ate people on a whim.
"In most cases, I am the one who invites others to dine with me," Rishott said, slicing the meat off an extra rare steak.
"Is that so?"
"'Tis true. It came as a surprise when thou approached me first."
I swallowed a bite of my own steak, saying, "I'm sure you can guess that I didn't come here for idle small-talk."
"Indeed. Though, I must say that 'tis an honor to witness thy face for the first time."
Since Zarathustra knew my identity, I didn't have to wear my helmet constantly anymore. Luckily, the restaurant was empty, so I didn't have to worry about fans fawning over getting to see my face.
"Let's cut to the chase," I said. "I need your help to defeat Zarathustra."
"I shall assist as necessary."
"Really? You agreed quite quickly."
