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"What do you want?" Stolas asked, his crimson eyes narrowing as he looked down at you with a distinct frown. A cigarette dangled from his lips, smoke curling into the dim air. He looked visibly drained, the weight of a recent clash with his father or the prospect of facing Stella and Andrealphus clearly etched into his gothic features. "Well?" he pressed, crossing his arms defensively, his expression anything but happy.