Mute didnâ€™t look at her even as she talked. â€œEven if it is all you have ever known...does it make you happy? Do you enjoy doing it?â€ He asked in a soft voice. He listened. His head turning side to side. He was listening for footsteps. â€œYes you can. I do not need sexual favors.â€ He said simply. â€œI need help finding...me.â€ He said softly. He could smell her fear and turned to face her but never looked directly at her. â€œIâ€™m not going to hurt you Tati. I have no intentions of doing anything bad to you. It is really hard to explain is all.â€ He shook his head and shrugged. â€œWhy not? Whore is such a demeaning word. Especially if it isnâ€™t a personal choice. If it is something one has to do I really donâ€™t believe it should be considered whoring. Even if it is...it doesnâ€™t matter to me.â€ He smiled a bit. â€œI think I like gypsies. I...think. I donâ€™t...remember.â€ He murmered. Looking away and sighed. He heard her next set of statements. â€œI see...â€ He said simply. Leading her blindly towards the sound of food sizzling. Stopping and pressed his ear to the wall. Sniffing before turning down a hallway and as they got closer the sound of food sizzling could be heard. â€œLet us get you something to eat then.â€ He said simply.<br/><br/>â€œI need your help. Plus...I feel for some reason I know you. Or once knew you. I donâ€™t understand or know why. I just do.â€ He called out to the chef in Romanian. The chef turned and with a thick accent said he would get her food. He turned his attention to Tati. â€œI hope you are hungry. He is going to pile that plate full of food.â€ He said with an amused voice. Feeling out the chairs and table. Pulling out a chair for her. There was a small table in the small dining room connected to the kitchen. â€œI hope here is alright. I donâ€™t feel like walking all the way to the other dining hall.â€ He then felt out for his chair and pulled it out as well. Sitting down. He listened to all the sounds. He could smell her still hear. Could hear her breathing. Could hear the racing of her heart. Was she really thinking he was going to hurt her? He had no intentions of doing so. â€œI need an unbiased person here. To help me.â€ He said softly.