@corvus_wilshere: The master necromancer rose from his desk, his visage shifting to his mortal form. A tap of his cane spoke a testament to his approach, and finally the door was opened. "Ah, Charlotte." His eyes fell upon the stranger she had mentioned in her blood notes. His ice blue eyes narrowed slightly, his smile a mask for his cold analysis. "Gregory Rėza, sir." He extended a hand to grasp the patron's in his deathly cold grip. There was something about the man before him. A hint of glamour, perhaps? Still, the magical were not uncommon in this place.
Corvus strode a few steps behind Charlotte's own elegant step, eyeing various exhibits along the way and swiftly surveying works of cursed art and ancient literature with childish curiosity as his escort guided him towards a grand door. It swung open with supernatural punctuality, reavealing a figure utmost sallow-like extending an elaborate greeting.
"Ruben...", customarily coming to intercept his host's frigid hand, Corvus made a brief pause for effect. "...Ruben Deeds, sir.", and once again shook with decent intent but soon ended the hand shake for the sake of his personal comfort. "Hmm... hands cold as Autumn's eve, pupils barely twitching, the whole cryptic European ennui. My, perhaps a vampire? I hope not, that would be rather disenchanting.", he mentally consolidated a thesis inside his guileful cerebrum.
"If I may, and not to sound any dissatisfaction with miss Thorne's presence - she makes for delightful dialogue, but could we perhaps discuss business inside your office? 'Tis a tad sensitive in nature after all."
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