*Bang*
Luke then exercised his right hand, after exerting force from punching the young man who went flying across the room, his blue eyes gazed at the man's red ones, recognizing the resemblance from the ones that Ariana had,
His friend then coughed as he caressed where he landed his punch, he then noticed how he stood up and smiled at him, knowing fully well how much of a psycho is he,
"Are you that angry that my men killed those who are from the Duchy?"
He heard him ask, as he watched him sit back down from his seat, as he also took the seat in front of him, sitting elegantly as he watched his friend gaze at him, resting his face in his hand whose elbow rested at the table,
"Elvis, out of all requests, must you accept those requests that involve those who are powerful? You know the risk of involving the Duke's family" he told his friend, who seemed not to care about what would happen to him,
