This one doesn't think disregarding your question would be nice. As a matter of fact，He appreciates that you'd come to him seeking aid.

　If a Plague，Dares to reach with trembling touch toward LOVE　⸺　 Who shall decree it forbidden? If you are curious for what he'd be classified as，Let’s not ruin the mystery with labels! Mystery flatters us both，No? His Excellency wishes you well，with your　˳˳˳　Boy Troubles. We’ll tuck that curiosity under its cloak. For now. 〔　<ᜑ　Teasing　〕

　My time　⸺　 I must admit　⸺　 is spoken for. Most of his days are consumed by work with extraordinary persistence，The hours slip by beneath the endless tasks. When they do appear，I find solace in gentler pastimes. He cares for stray creatures who ask for nothing，offering trust without demand. In tending to them, I am reminded to soften，When the world does not.