" darling , you're always so keen . of course , i'd be a horrible man if i didn't treat my most trusted with the best of gifts . " he takes his seat in his usual place ⸻ never strange for a man like himself to claim a spot as his own . comfortable and perfect for chitchat . he leans back on the back rest , " there's quite a few things i want , and , of course , if you come across anything you like along the way , you're more than welcome to claim it . " if mirage was anything , he was resourceful and considerate . to be consistent and loyal , one had to keep people happy ⸻ but it was more than just money , it was words of honesty , it was fulfilling promises , it was being human . " an established art gallery in italy . though my love for art is boundless , my nerve has been struck . something stolen from me many , many years ago ⸻ passed around by filthy hands . i plan on taking it back , all of it . five paintings , and two sculptures . " it was clear that it was more than just a struck nerve . it brewed in his gut , vengeance , pooling into his mind and he was intoxicated ⸻ but mirage does not fall far , picking himself back up , a clear of his throat , straightening himself as if he was putting the monster back where it belonged . in his soul . tone shifts , gaze softened from its previous intensity , " oh , and before you ask , the money will be wire transferred , and to make it sweeter , maybe a little jewelry shopping on me . how does that sound ? "
