[ Midnight tips his head down to Kaveh obediently, pliant. ]

No, no, art doesn't work like that. Beauty only serves to elevate that which surrounds it. It's why I always look the way I do.

[ He laughs. He understands perfectly well, at this point, that Kaveh is morally opposed to his entire asthetic. It's very funny, Midnight relishes it. ]

I want to surround you with beauty, Kaveh. To enrich the beauty you have, so you might see the same in yourself.

[ ... But with Kaveh's mindset, it won't really work, will it? All of his efforts for naught. Ah, well. ]