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Donatello didn't even bother to make eye contact. He just sat stared straight ahead, while the girl continued rambling on about her life. But she got his attention when she asked how he never bought anyone. It was true, this was his 48th time. He took every offer, but always came home empty handed. It had never really occurred to him that he needed a spouse. It had been years since he last had sex. And he even was offered the children of upper class citizens. The need to have another person in his mansion, was never felt. Just emptiness, maybe that was it. Having a spouse would be something, but loving them would be a completely different thing. Will I ever be able to just forget Scott.

When he noticed the girl hadn't stopped talking he took a glimpse of her. She looked vaguely familiar. Probably some brat who never has to lift one of her well-polished fingers. But what really made him interested was her attitude. There was something about her that was screaming for attention. He laughed quietly. How pathetic. Many people thought they were significant. That their society had something to depend on them. He however did. What if he stayed with Scott. There would be fifteen times as many piles of corpses lying on the streets. The research of the scientists would be behind by centuries. But what did this girl do, other than look pretty for her precious daddy. Pitiful. He blew a large cloud of smoke at her face, and with a bored look asked loud enough for everyone to hear." Who are you?".