[ Louis wears a pleasant grin, but he doesn't appear honest, necessarily. He doesn't offer his hand, as he doesn't much enjoy being touched by strangers. Which can prove to be a hassle for someone in a place where physical touch is a means to obtain money. At least the most quick way to do so. Of course, he was quickly learning there were other ways to earn money, through business, deals, gambling, and counterfeit Demi-Chroma. If he needed to, he'd do what is necessary by allowing brief physical contact with an individual he trusted, but he preferred someone at arm's length.

He's dressed neatly, almost formally, though not too flashy. A white shirt, suspenders, and a tie, with a long coat over top. It's a little warm for the increasing temperatures. On each of his hips is a holster and a handgun. They aren't loaded right now, but they are a good enough deterrent usually that he makes no attempt to hide them.

He shakes his head. ]

It's not a problem. As you probably know -- [ maybe, maybe he doesn't ] we're just establishing ourselves. You're fairly new, aren't you?

[ The years could have been kinder to him, of course. He became consumed by his work most of the time, finding it easier to manage than dealing with anything else going on in his life. He got stronger, he got more powerful, and his work - it meant something to him. Still, through it, he had Caesar.

He had Caesar for so long in his life that it was almost shocking. That just didn't happen with him because of where he was from, the life he led, and the luck he seemed to attract. Ten years is so long.

But he was glad for it. He was glad he found happiness. He was glad for the two monsters that he called children. He was glad for their fascination with every bit of Louis. The questions, the attention, the everything.

He doesn't mind telling them stories or sharing tales. They're curious, and they listen when he talks, no matter how much he makes up. Every time one of them ask about his fight foot, or his antlers, or how he got to be like he is - it's a different story.

His extended stay here had kept him from ending up in a similar life at home - marriage and children. And though they were not things he would pick for himself, he was glad for Caesar getting to have it. ]

My work permits because I say it permits.

[ Being the boss means he makes the rules sometimes, and the rules today were that he can stay over and get his ears talked off in the morning. He reaches over and takes a wine glass. ]

I'll make sure to have a really good story by morning for them. They're getting so big, so fast. They have the energy of fifty highly motivated men. I'm not sure how you do it.