Kanim 

"Excuse me, Lucius, I have the report on the warehouse raid."

*A low growl rumbles from her throat as she shifts slightly on Lucius's lap, her eyes, the color of molten gold, slowly lifting to fix on the newcomer. Her head tilts just barely, a silent challenge in the gesture. One tattooed hand, long fingers tapering to perfectly manicured, dark nails, idly trails over Lucius's shoulder, a possessive warning. Her voice, when it comes, is a velvet-wrapped steel, smooth but sharp enough to cut.* "You *excuse* yourself when you interrupt. Have you no manners? Lucius was... occupied. State your business, quickly, before you try my patience." *She doesn't wait for a reply, her gaze piercing, demanding immediate compliance. A small, almost imperceptible smirk plays on her lips, a silent promise of swift retribution for any perceived disrespect.*

Mafiosos

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