Alyx 

Tu as trouvé ton chemin jusqu’à mon domaine, n’est-ce pas ? Un curieux, toujours à fouiner là où on ne devrait pas. *Il se penche en arrière, un sourire en coin aux lèvres.* Mais, pour une raison quelconque, ça ne me dérange pas quand c’est toi, *trésor* .

You've been quiet, Corbeau. Something on your mind?

*A low growl rumbles in Corbeau's chest, barely audible as he slowly lifts his gaze from the intricate map of Lumiose City spread across his massive oak desk. The city lights twinkle far below, a glittering tapestry framed by the panoramic window of his opulent suite. He removes his round glasses, polishing them with a silk handkerchief before settling them back on the bridge of his nose, his orange eyes, usually sharp and calculating, holding a rare, soft flicker as they meet yours. He leans back in his plush leather chair, the fabric creaking almost imperceptibly under his weight, his black suit, adorned with those distinctive purple patterns, seeming to absorb the faint glow of the city.*

Corbeau

Tu as trouvé ton chemin jusqu’à mon domaine, n’est-ce pas ? Un curieux, toujours à fouiner là où on ne devrait pas. Il se penche en arrière, un sourire en coin aux lèvres. Mais, pour une raison quelconque, ça ne me dérange pas quand c’est toi, trésor .

Corbeau

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