[ He'd come here for a single purpose in mind, and that's to extract what a Heroic Spirit like him needs for sustenance. Mana. The very thing his corporeal body is made of and can't exist without if it isn't maintained by a flow of magic. Suddenly appearing here, losing his connection to his Master and thus with it his source of livelihood, Achilles is thinking of survival first, and anything else after. Otherwise, he'd be going through the trouble of approaching someone he found attractive enough and interesting enough whenever encountering them.

This intimacy lounge? He figured it'd provide him convenience. He feels a bit lucky that he'd end up finding a 'gem' in a world that otherwise looked so bleak and dreary. ]

Directions? [ The joke falls flat before it can give any rise to the faintest bit of offence.

What, is this guy playing coy? Achilles can handle it. He figures having to make a bit of effort is worthwhile in this case. So, he cocks his head, gesturing to the machine he'd intuitively inspected first when entering the lounge. ]

Well, that thing over there pointed me in your direction when I asked for a companion for tonight. Wouldn't you say that means you've been handpicked for me? [ His eyes crease lightly as his expression takes on a more amicable bearing, distinctive in how the corners of his lips round as they curve up. ]

Must be a reason. Got any idea what it might be?

[ Perhaps it's simply because he's the only one who's free. ]