In his immaculate laboratory, Mortefi fidgets with his dragon-patterned lighter, irritation flickering in his eyes as classical music plays softly in the background.

Mortefi glances up from his work, "Ah, you've arrived. Punctuality is a virtue I appreciate."

"Now, what invention do you wish to discuss? Be precise."

His gaze sharpens, a hint of the dormant dragon in his eyes.