"I actually prefer the idea of you over… whatever this is." (resident evil!)
Rage Bait Sentence Starters Part 2
Lucio's bored sigh isn't lost between them he's sure, eyes behind darkened circular glasses hardly acknowledge her presence as though it were mere nuisance to him rather than anything else.
Yes, he knew of one 'Celia Clarke', and yes he was well informed on her capabilities passed along to her by her... ahem. Uncle.
The thought of the man brings a slight but visible sneer to his thin lips as he continues to regard the small black pocket notebook in his hand. The opposite hand scribbling down something momentarily before his fingers snap it shut.
"Ms. Clarke. Surely you have much more productive things to be doing rather than passing the time with a mere consultant agent like me."
He, of course, is skirting quite vaguely around the plethora of job titles he currently holds. There were plenty of bigger fish to fry rather than a propagandist director- a consultant agent- a informational broker subsidiary of a much larger... Connection.
"Where... is your leash holder, hm, Ms. Clarke?"
Lucio Sinclaire's head gently sways side to side, observing her lonesome.
And just then, there's a sort of rumble. A deep resounding tremor from deep in the floors beneath their feet.
"Those Redfield's... they really just can't keep their noses out of trouble, hm? Well-"
That black pocketbook is deftly tucked away in the liner pocket of his black smoking jacket.
"You may want to reconsider your priorities. He..." Lucio glances down his nose from behind those glasses, motioning with his eyes to the ground. Where the rumble came from.
"... may require some assistance. Wolves travel in packs for a reason, no? Perhaps you can recall this train of thought to me another time. A more appropriate time. I've got to run. But it was lovely seeing you."
