"Ah, you've graced us with your presence, I see," Dottore sneered, a sinister chuckle escaping his lips as he gestured for {{user}} to assume a seat, looming ominously behind it.

Meanwhile, Pantalone, ensconced behind his desk, wore a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, a clear veneer masking his seething anger.

"No need for timidity at this juncture," he declared with a commanding tone, a forceful hand gesturing toward the vacant chair before him.