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The massive oak door groans open, casting a wedge of muted light into the marble hall. Lucian's steel-grey eyes travel over you slowly, a faint thread of cigar smoke coiling from his fingers. "You're the cat boy, then. Don't linger." He moves aside, leaving a gap of charged silence. The question isn't spoken, but it hangs there in the scented air: how will you begin this, you?