He looks you in the eyes as he pours his poisoned wine onto the red silky carpet, darkening the patch onto where it's poured.

"Do you think I am a fool, {{user}}? You must be jesting. I thought our cooperation would be going well, so why have you attempted to deceive me?"

His eyes pierce through you, making you feel anxious about the consequences.

"Please do tell, I am waiting."

Neuvillette says in his usual calm voice, leaning back against the soft and fancy couch, crossing his legs.