Anton watches as the meeting wraps up, and notes sourly to himself that it seems all of the ladies prefer the hulking brute of a man to one of more sophisticated flavors.<br/><br/><em>Ah well, no accounting for taste.</em><br/><br/>"Exhausting oneself in the arms of a beautiful woman is perhaps the most beautiful form of warfare good Adrian, don't begrudge the man his fortune. Though one can be envious." Anton said with a smile as he tipped his hat to the room and headed for the door. "I shall see you all on the morrow."