Faustite skirted back around his desk and took up a seat on the stool. Crossed his legs at the knee, bobbed a foot in the air restlessly. He folded his arms over the desk and leaned on then, looking up at Alkmene appraisingly. "Dismissed."
Better that he start on how to deal with this troublesome Saturn Knight now. And possibly start drinking. It was early in his day, which meant it was night for many more; he'd always find a justification if he thought about it long enough.
He certainly didn't need to this time. Lysithea and the rest of the team were at stake now, and this Knight was slowly amassing information on them through intimidation tactics alone.
noir songbird
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