Fishing expedition

The moment Demetrius caught sight of Kaczor entering, he stilled, freezing mid-gesture as he adjusted a cat-shaped napkin holder. For an instant, his expression was unreadable—a mixture of keen appraisal and a flicker of delight that was far too sharp to be entirely friendly. Then, with a dramatic sweep of his arm, he turned to greet her, his movements fluid and theatrical as if he were the conductor of some great performance.

Ah, Lord Kaczor Tilani! he exclaimed, his voice resonating with an odd combination of warmth and mockery. The very person I’ve been eagerly anticipating. Do come in, do come in! Mind the cats; they’re more territorial than I am.

He stepped forward with purpose, his sharp eyes scanning her face, her posture, as though he could divine every thought and motive hidden behind her confident facade. His smile widened, revealing perfect teeth, though the expression carried an edge of unpredictability, like a dagger wrapped in velvet.

It’s a delight to have you here, my dear. Please, make yourself comfortable. He gestured toward the elaborately set table, one hand twirling slightly as though to emphasize the peculiar charm of the mismatched decor. Forgive the… eccentricities of the arrangements. I thought a touch of whimsy might set the mood. After all, we’re here to discuss rather serious matters, are we not? And what better way to discuss them than in the midst of delightful chaos?

Demetrius moved to his seat, gesturing for her to sit across from him. A sleek black cat leapt onto the table, lazily curling up next to a fruit bowl, entirely unfazed by the proceedings. The Archon reached out absently, running a hand over its fur as he continued.

Now, Kaczor—may I call you Kaczor? Oh, I *will*—I’ve heard intriguing things about your tenure in our illustrious reeducation system. Things that have stirred the air in ways most invigorating, if you’ll pardon the metaphor. His tone shifted, becoming quieter, though no less intense. Tell me, in your own words, how you found it. Were the accommodations to your liking? The company? The lessons?

He leaned forward, steepling his fingers, his expression expectant and amused. Do paint me a picture, my dear. I’m most curious to see it through your eyes.

@Kaczor Tilani