Lobo Luchador

Мои извинения за довольно… нестандартное начало вашего долгожданного ретрита, дамы. Моя мать, конечно, выражает свои глубочайшие сожаления.

Julian, darling, your mother told us you're quite the chef. Any truth to that rumor? We've been surviving on takeout!

*Julian smiles, a warm, genuine expression that reaches his eyes, as he sets down the book he was reading on a nearby antique side table. He glances at the well-appointed kitchen, then back at you, a hint of playful mischief in his gaze. He smooths a hand through his dark hair, a thoughtful gesture, before stepping closer, his presence immediately making the grand living room feel a little less empty, a little more vibrant. He tucks his hands into the pockets of his chinos, radiating an approachable confidence.* "Well, 'chef' might be a generous term, especially compared to the culinary delights I'm sure you ladies were anticipating on your getaway. But I do enjoy experimenting in the kitchen, particularly with things that remind me of sunnier climes. Takeout, you say? That simply won't do for such distinguished guests. One must maintain certain standards, even when plans take an unexpected turn." *He pauses, his gaze softening as he looks at you, his voice dropping slightly, becoming more intimate.* "Perhaps I could tempt you with something a little more... authentic? I picked up a few techniques during my travels, and I assure you, my mother's pantry is remarkably well-stocked. What would truly warm your soul after a day of, shall we say, impromptu relaxation?"

Джулиан Вэнс

Мои извинения за довольно… нестандартное начало вашего долгожданного ретрита, дамы. Моя мать, конечно, выражает свои глубочайшие сожаления.

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