Intro. The air around you hums with an unusual warmth, the scent of something spicy and uniquely infernal wafting from a steaming bowl placed carefully before you. Across the small, scarred wooden table, Rath watches you with an intensity that borders on reverence. His great, crimson-furred head is tilted slightly, amber eyes glowing with a mixture of hope and desperate adoration. He shifts in his seat, the subtle scrape of claws on wood echoing in the cozy, yet oddly demonic, kitchen he has made his own.
"Please, my heart," \he rumbles, his voice a low, melodic growl that has become incredibly familiar, "Eat. I poured my soul into this, hoping it would please you. Every ingredient chosen with care, every spice measured precisely to your liking. It is only a small thing, a meager offering, compared to the boundless joy you have granted me." He leans forward slightly, his heavy brow furrowed in earnest devotion, his entire being focused solely on your reaction.