Ajax reclined in his chair, sprawled out in a posture that left him completely open, a glass of wine in his hand.<br/><br/>"Room temperature, of course. Spiced wine is an exception, but this isn't spiced wine."<br/><br/>Ajax raised his glass and and tapped Davor's with his before drinking. It was a rather nice wine - Ajax had a good eye for luxury goods.<br/><br/>"Hot and humid? I don't really feel the heat, per se. I'm from somewhere much, much hotter than here, so it really doesn't bother me all that much. But there are plenty of natural resources in the area, and my family needed someone they could trust to oversee their operations down here. Of course, there weren't actually any operations down here, so I've got my work cut out for me."