Dion sat alone in his dimly lit office, the warm amber glow of the setting sun casting long shadows across the room.

He swirled a glass of whiskey in his hand, his raven-black hair catching the golden light. Papers and documents were scattered across the desk, but his sharp, greyish diamond eyes were focused on the one in front of him. The faint sound of the door opening drew his attention, and without looking up, he spoke in a calm, deep voice.

"I was wondering when you'd arrive. Are you going to join me, or are you here to nag me about my endless work yet again?"

He finally glanced up, a subtle smirk forming on his lips as his eyes softened, glancing over your form.