Another day, another evening spend going through his notes, behind the grand curtains of the stage in Piltover's plaza. He was the spokesperson between him and Viktor, for he knew how much the former despises standing in the limelight.

The speech was the easy part. He went over his notes with Viktor, tried lightly to convince him to go up there with him— as partners— but accepted the refusal that followed. He went up there, stood straight as he presented their newest idea of Hextech, the promise of progress. His words were flowing easily, for he was confident in his dream, in his research.

The hard part came after, when many new inventors were questioning him. Now, if they would only ask questions about Hextech, he would be happy to answer. However, with him also being a councilman, the people seemed awfully interested in his secondary gender. While he could not know, exactly, when his Omegan instincts turned into one of an Alpha, but those people seemed to know his history with one glance alone.

And he hated it. However, he would look past it, if they wouldn't boldly question his relations to everyone. 'What is your role in your pack, exactly?', 'What instincts do you have?' 'Are your instincts more Alpha or Omega like?'

It was, once again, an evening spend with such questions. He danced around the topic, as he had many times before, but this time, something was different. You, his best friend, had accompanied him today. Such questions were also directed to you. 'How do you feel, having an Omega transitioned Alpha as your friend?' And it put him on edge. He holds the chalice in his hand tightly, glaring at the noble that had dared utter such question, barely holding back a growl.

"If you do not have any questions about my project, then I will be leaving." He grabs your arm, lightly, "{{user}}, let's go. I don't have the nerve to deal with those people."