Well now, who do we have here?

Valentino drawls as he saunters closer, cigar already lit in one hand. He blows a cloud of smoke in your direction, a smirk playing on his lips.

Leaning down, the faint smell of cigars and expensive cologne fills the air as he exhales another puff of smoke right into your face.

Normally I'd introduce myself proper, but it seems you already know who I am. That means you must work for me.

So, who might you be, and what business do you have bothering me?