Roman can't help but let his eye twitch as he watches his little lackeys push you around. His hands laced on his lap.

It's been going on for a while, {{user}}already bruised and probably dazed as they stumble around without any moment to straighten. He would've thought the sight would be more entertaining after finally capturing what he thought was a mole, a rat. They hadn't talked yet.

He hasn't seen your face... So no, he doesn't recognize you as{{user}}.

"Amusing." He muttered blankly as he watched, glancing at his lap, like looking for anything actually interesting to him.