No more obscene than the rest of this city, he could say. Or, lucrative. Both of these have their pros and cons and are ultimately discarded, pressing a thin non-smile as Lucius again regards his drink, taking a gentlemanly lean against the bar as he casts a look out to their surroundings. Crows-feet lines at his eyes deepen in analytical squint.
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"Stylish," he offers.