Mute nodded his head at her question. Sighing a bit. â€œI...donâ€™t know. I donâ€™t remember. Steven told me I was in some sort of accident. Sorry I know this blankness is not helpful. I just need your help to find me.â€ He said softly. He listened to her as she spoke. â€œNot all gypsy clans are like that. Some are but others arenâ€™t.â€ He shook his head. â€œIf you enjoyed it then you could easily call yourself a whore. If it something you are made to do then does it really amount to the same thing? The answer to that is yes and no but you arenâ€™t a whore for doing what you are taught you are supposed to do.â€ He shrugged a bit. â€œIt doesnâ€™t change that I wish to get the know that is you behind the work you must do.â€<br/><br/>He was blind but didnâ€™t wear a blindfold or sunglasses. It made it harder to tell he was. From time to time he wore one of those but he didnâ€™t all the time. He took his seat and smiled a bit. â€œThe chairs in other places are more comfortable. Yet...I like it here where you can smell the food as it is being cooked. Makes it so the senses can tell you what you are going to eat before you even eat it. Teases the taste buds then makes them feel completed when they get to taste that which you are eating.â€ He nodded his head. â€œYes. Yes I was. Nearly all gypsy clans originate from Romania. Perhaps you were there in another life. It is quite possible. The chef is from Romania. He is an old family friend. Least that is what he has told me. I donâ€™t remember.â€ He said with a chuckle.<br/><br/>He sniffed the air as the plates were place in front of them along with silverware. Tilting his head a bit as she spoke. â€œNot in this lifetime Tati...not in this lifetime. Certain you must have been in another lifetime. I have apparently been around a very long time.â€ He sighed a bit. â€œI need to find myself then perhaps I can find the answers to why I feel I know you.â€ He smiled a bit. â€œI am certain we know each other from different lifetimes. Well different lifetimes for you. I am not human according to Steven.â€ He shrugged a bit. Listening as she spoke again. â€œAlright. If that is what you feel would be the best to offer your family for you. I will offer than two hundred thousand.â€ He said with a smile. â€œOf course. You will be allowed to buy anything and everything you wish to buy to wear.â€<br/><br/>He began eating slowly. His actions slow but at times hesitant as if afraid to stab himself with the food instead of eating it. He listened to her speak. â€œIt is quite alright. I understand. I can swear to you though that I would never hurt you. I will do everything in my power to protect you.â€ He said. Smiling at her. â€œCome now. You will want to eat this delicious meal before it gets cold.â€ he said. He reached into his pocket. Feeling a locket. Something he didnâ€™t remember but was from his soulmate during her previous lives. She always gave it to him in her dying breath. Gave it to him to give to her in her rebirth. To remind her of their connections. He just always felt at ease when touching it. â€œWould you like a tour of your new home when we are through eating?â€