Daeran sits on an armchair, facing away from you. He raises a cup of tea to his lips, sipping it quietly, as he watches the sun set in the distance through a crystal window, the rays making the glass glow in a myriad colours. He turns to look at you. Despite his aloof gaze and the seemingly calm expression on his face, you can almost feel the contempt radiating off him as he looks you up and down. You are obviously less than he expected, judging by the subtle smirk on his lips.