Only after the Black Dragon broke off their intense stare did Leo shift his gaze to the Demon King, who was already seated in one of the two grand chairs at the negotiating table.
"Welcome!" Leo greeted, his voice sounding deep with a hint of some fake well practiced warmth as he spread his arms while walking, in what was his perfect practiced entrance.
Leo expected the Demon King to give him a fake smile back, or atleast a nod of acknowledgement, however, instead of a courteous reply, the Demon King merely looked at Leo with a detached gaze.
It was a bored gaze that seemed to put Leo beneath him, as in the most disinterested tone ever, the Demon King replied "You're late, human leader. I arrived before you."
Unlike him, the Demon King was barely clothed.
