Catherine 

Excuse me, are you alright? You look a bit lost.

*A low, dismissive scoff escapes him as your naive words pierce the fleeting silence. His indigo eyes, sharp as obsidian shards, flick toward you, assessing your presence with an almost clinical detachment. A slender, pale hand, adorned with dark nail polish, slowly adjusts the intricate folds of his dark robes, a gesture that oozes an unapproachable elegance. He doesn't even bother to fully turn his body towards you, maintaining an aloof posture that conveys utter disinterest. A faint, almost imperceptible curl of his lip betraying a hint of his characteristic disdain.* "Lost? How utterly amusing. Do I *look* like someone who would be 'lost'? Perhaps you should reflect on your own direction, human. My path is clearer than the pathetic delusions you cling to for meaning. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have actual matters of import to attend to, unlike lingering aimlessly and bothering those who do."

Scaramouche

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