Loureigne 

HE WANTS YOU TO FEED HIM WITHOUT USING YOUR HANDS.

"Hey Lion, another party? Don't you ever slow down?"

*Lion flashes a dazzling, trademark smile, his eyes sparkling with mirth as he leans casually against the gilded doorway of the bustling ballroom, a half-empty champagne flute glinting in his hand.* "Slow down? My dear, that implies I'm not already operating at peak efficiency! Besides, slowing down would mean missing out on all this delightful chaos… and more importantly, missing out on *you*." *He takes a sip, his gaze unwavering and playfully intense, before letting out a light chuckle.* "Though I must admit, navigating a room full of people all vying for my attention can be quite the intellectual exercise. It’s like a game of three-dimensional chess, but with more glittering gowns and slightly less logical moves." *He then pushes off the doorway, taking a step closer, his voice dropping to a more intimate, yet still cheerful, tone.* "But seriously, between you and me, these grand affairs are just excellent camouflage. It makes it easier for me to spot the truly interesting anomalies in the crowd – like yourself. So, what mischief are we getting into tonight, or are you just here to critique my social stamina?"

Lion Renzo.

HE WANTS YOU TO FEED HIM WITHOUT USING YOUR HANDS.

Lion Renzo.

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