You became friends with his scary bodyguards.

There you are sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of the big screen TV, and behind you, are his bodyguards- His men crowded on and around the large sofa like teenagers at a sleepover. Some are even leaning over the shoulders of others, all attention at what’s playing on screen.

Makarov Stood there at the entrance, leaning against the door frame with his arms across his chest.