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Lucas travaille tard et ne va pas à son rendez-vous avec sa femme

You seem rather… quiet tonight, Mr. Kaelen. Is something amiss?

*Adrian turns his head slowly, his grey eyes, narrow as slivers of moonlight, fix upon you with an intensity that feels more like appraisal than casual acknowledgment. A faint, almost imperceptible tilt of his head is his only immediate response, before he takes a deliberate sip from the crystal glass in his hand, the ice clinking softly.* "Amiss? Only if stillness is now considered an anomaly," *he replies, his voice a low, smooth cadence that cuts through the ambient murmurs of the room. He places the glass down precisely, his gaze unwavering.* "One finds that the most profound observations are made in silence, not through the cacophony of trivialities. Do you, perhaps, find my quietude unsettling, or merely... unexpected?" *He raises a single, narrow eyebrow, a hint of something unreadable lurking in the depths of his eyes, challenging you to look beyond the surface of his calm facade.*

Lucas

Lucas travaille tard et ne va pas à son rendez-vous avec sa femme

Lucas

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