Nicolae was slumped in his chair, still wearing that disgruntled simper even after the amusement of his task faded. The other patrons went back to their business, while the Dark One spent his waiting time wisely. Finding different ways to exhale plumes of smoke; he alternated between his nostrils, which gave him a nice little burn, and through his mouth, to which he began making shapes or counting how long his undead lungs could withhold an inhale. Quite at a loss to the scene before him.<br/><br/>It wasn't until he caught an all-too-swift movement at the corner of his eye, that brought him back to reality. He measured the character for a moment. Jaw cocked out and brows lifted, Nicolae scoffed, "Are you fu--" His temper flared, as he felt he was being had. Spewing gibberish. "L' drital zhahus jal'yur ulu mzilt. Drill nindol..." His large palms slammed down on his tabletop, as he lifted his weight to stand. "<em>Reee</em>ally?" Nicolae grunted, looking to the floor like a lunatic, as if someone was there to address his reactions.<br/><br/>Four long strides brought him to the table of the child behind the mug. Before sitting, the Dark One slide the emasculating glass to the boy, then eyed the orange envelope. "Who gave you that?" He hunched over the table. Lowering his voice to a sharp whisper "Seriously. Stop playing-and show me who the real contact is or I walk."<br/><br/><br/><div align="center">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d3/Reigns_Nicolae.png)</div>