"Don't be nervous, Mr. Abraham isn't here,"
Lusfan observed Roger with eyes glowing red.
"We played a harmless little joke on this lovely lady to see you; you wouldn't mind, would you?"
Lusfan spoke languidly, but Roger furrowed his brow, honestly quite disgusted by Lusfan's seemingly courteous demeanor.
"Hehe."
William rubbed his broad palms together, "I quite like this lady."
Roger tilted his head slightly, his gaze lingering on the other's neck for a moment.
A faint prickle of pain came, and William's brow furrowed, "Kid, you'd better behave..."
"Mr. Roger, I'm sure you wouldn't mind inviting us in to talk,"
Lusfan interjected.
"Follow me."
Truth be told, Roger was also curious about their attitude; given Abraham's hatred for him, if he knew his exact location, he would have arrived at the earliest opportunity.
Lusfan scowled fiercely at William, who nonchalantly diverted his gaze.
