Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160618002914/@comment-25126355-20160712195807

Luthor sat down, stretching his limbs, getting comfy in the chair. He took his time. He analyzed the situation in his head. In the past, some had even made comparisons between how he dealt with situations, and a cat playing with it's prey.

Although not sadistic or cruel by nature, Luthor was a man who liked to get what he wanted. He preferred things to go his way. And he was utterly ruthless when defied. Although, he was one hell of a charmer when dealing with other Imperials or business contacts. In his mind, Julien wasn't either, so no need for charm.

"Sit down, would you? You're far too stiff and gloomy. I think we should have some wine. Discussions like these tend to go much smoother when wine is added to the equation. I brought a crate of Surilie Brothers Wine with me. What do you say? I mean, no offense to Bretonian wine, but nothing compares to the stuff they grow in Colovia. Something to do with the soil, I suppose..." Luthor said with a growing smirk on his lips.