[Why did people keep assuming a world of talking furniture was a thing? It was equally endearing and perplexing. ]

Ah- no. Or if there is, I do not come from there. I am from Earth, I was human. I am under a curse.

[He waves a candle gently. ]

No, thank you. It is kind of you to offer but I don't-

[Wait, waaaait. The flame on the candle that serves as his head flickers a little more brightly,
as does his smile.]

Yuuri! You don't happen to know a man named Victor, do you?