"Nothing," Mingyu replies, shrugging, and does not elaborate as he sits up to pull the garment off his face, though he folds it carefully enough so as not to completely spit in the face of Archeval's aid.

"And, I mean. There's no cults yet, at least? Most people find sewing pretty boring, even in a brothel. Perhaps you're just so riveted by my company you've been rendered incapable of assessing how bored you are."