"Oui." The blonde nods, noticing the way the man put emphasis on the word 'monsieur' when addressing him, and the slightest of smirks could be seen on his lips. It was obvious that this was the man he was here for, none could mistake the British accent that made it's way in to the other man's speech. Taking the lead, but only by a few steps, the blonde man makes sure that the other was following, and no one else was doing the same. It was clear. Hearing the offer for a cab, and a once more stated 'monsieur', the man nods. "Please, call me Alphonse." He offers a smile, and that said the cab was hailed, and both got in. Alphonse noticed how the other man adjusted his suit, which was rather fancily tailored, and no doubt the other would be surprised by how his boss appeared compared to that expensive outfit looked.<br/><br/>Telling the driver where to go, Alphonse sits back in his seat, sitting next to the other, glancing from the corner of his eyes at the man, the light from the sun reflecting in his golden irises, making them appear brighter and almost glowing. It was a short drive, so he saw no need in exchanging of words during, and only speaks up when he tells the driver to stop the car, pays, then gets out. Waiting once again for the British man, Alphonse leads him up to a huge hotel, elegant in appearance, and obviously quite expensive. Going up a large set of white marble steps, he opens a pair of large doors, and goes inside, turning to the left. As they walked down the carpeted hallway, passing many doors as they did.<br/><br/>It didn't take long before they arrive at a set of large, oak double doors, with golden handles, which when opened, revealed a rather fancy and cozy appearing study. A grand desk sat in front of a roaring fire place, which a large cushioned and magnificent chair sat behind. Rows upon rows of shelves covered in books lined the walls, and where there wasn't a bookshelf, were paintings or shelves with other rather expensive looking ornate objects sat. The most impressive of all the paintings was a humongous painting of an old world style map of the world. Upon the desk were books as well, and piles and mounds of papers, loose or bound or in folders.<br/><br/>Sitting in the large chair, was a young man, looking no older than his early twenties, with long silky appearing black hair that quite needed to be cut, reaching down his back, though it did look well taken care of, which was currently up in a ponytail, bangs hanging down his forehead and to the sides of his cheeks. He had lightly tanned olive skin, and his body was thin in stature, but it was obvious he was well fit and in good shape. For clothing he wore a white shirt with elbow length sleeves, a pair of black pants with one pant leg turned up to the knee, black combat boots that reached to the middle of his calves. A studded belt was around his waist, and a matching bracelet was on his right wrist. At his side, on both his right and left hip, were matching silver guns.<br/><br/>The man looks up, his sculpted face portraying beautiful eyes, narrowed and slightly almond shaped, and the color most unique. A gorgeous purple, they were what gained him his nickname. For a moment he was silent, scanning the man that was brought before him, watching as Alphonse closed the door behind them, and stands to the side, guarding it, now silent, with his arms crossed over his chest. Placing his elbow on the desk, and resting his chin in the palm of his hand, he tilts his head to the side. "Bonsoir. You must be the contact in which was sent, est-ce correct? Oui?" He finally speaks up, his voice even more thick with the French accent than Alphonse, and it was rather alluring, his voice. "Je suis Lelouch."