[ Napoleon makes it a point to devote himself to one woman per summoning, and his Master this time around is a great candidate thus far: reserved but passionate (he assumes), trying to play her role despite her misgivings. If he can get her to smile in the near future, shamelessly and without reservation, he'll consider it a win.

For now, he trails his palm up Sen's cheek and to the crown of her head, ruffling her hair once, twice. ]

—D'accord! Ahh, I can already tell that I'm gonna have a hard time saying no when you order me around. You want me to choose what I want us to do?

Let's go out, then! You probably already know this about me [ given how he died, given his last few weeks on earth ], but I hate being cooped inside. Staying in with a good book isn't bad, but my first few hours with you should be a tad more exciting, don't you think?