"Th-there are just so many stories about the young master, it wouldn't do justice to pick just one. It's the entire legend that inspired us."
Reiner's honeyed words dripped like a practiced seduction, but for the first time since this little performance began, he shifted his gaze to Artis. And oh boy, the look on his face said it all.
Disdain, disbelief, and a dash of 'what-the-fuck-is-this-guy-doing-here?'
From the way Artis sat there with his stupid, easy grin—like he wasn't even aware of the situation—Reiner almost choked on his own arrogance.
This clown? This plain-ass pebble of a man was sitting at the same table as the young master? Reiner's ego couldn't handle it.
'What a basic bitch of a guy… Tsk, tsk.'
