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As I appear to be attracting some attention...

“Might I wish you a very merry evening, then? Or, you know…” The golden-haired, golden-eyed, golden-winged gent tosses himself upon a chaise lounge he does not actually possess, eyeing the new rabble with an expression quite similar to amusement.

If significantly more malignant.

“….As long as you’re here,” He continues, in a rich baritone that drips with smug, authoritarian delight, “Why not buy something? Quick solutions, information, miracles and mayhem, all at a most rea-son-able price. I have a no-loophole, no-exploitation guarantee~”

“What do you say?” And he smiles. A perfectly pleasant, toothsome and gentle, unnervingly perpetual smile.