Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160618002914/@comment-25126355-20160816110321

"Threats? I would hate to think, that view our bartering as threats. Merely the constitution of a fact. How about this: 140, plus I'll throw in a few crates of that West Weald wine you like so much and I'll throw in a good word for you at the Imperial court." Luthor said, his smile still charming, his manner as graceful as ever.

"Come now, enough with this attitude between us. We are friends! Friends drink. Besides, I have some news that might be of interest to you. If we're finished "negotiating". Besides, you don't even know what I want from you for all that money." He added, sipping his wine and offering a friendly smile.

Luthor saw a great similarity between himself and Damian, so he knew arguing with him would be pointless. Besides, kindred spirits like them, who both happen to be in positions of power and influence should work together, rather than against one another.