Dolce

"Oh I doubt there is anything left of Warren to summon had we been foolish enough to want to do so." Archebold remarked with a chuckle, unaware if Remi knew of his fate, if not he did now. "Freedom is a gift that way isn't it? You want something, you take it. Be it opportunity...or other means." As he spoke the latter, the darkness did well to aid the shift in Archebold's eyes as they flickered nearly entirely black as he studied Remi. "You're limited only by your own creativity and limitations you've instilled on yourself." Archebold smirked, a rather pleasant idea touching his mind, whose gears always seemed to be in motion. "It looks like you're about to call it an evening and I don't mean to keep you here longer than you need to be. Is it safe to assume, the hours you spend here leave minimal time to eat? You must be famished...would you care to join me for dinner?" Archebold asked with a smile that oozed charm and warmth as he leaned forward in a half bow. "Cooking has been an exercise of patience for me, meditation if you will. I have so seldom chances to entertain such...handsome company. Please, it would be my honor to make your tongue sing tonight." archebold Death is not a defeat. It is a cure.