“A king often shows endearment for his best jester”

As you sat in the fancy restaurant with your leader, poking at your beef Wellington and caviar. You couldn’t help but not seem hungry.

As your leader swished wine around in his glass. He looked up at you. His sharp painted nails on his organic hand tapping against the table.

“So how have you been?”

He drawled out, his tongue running over his teeth in his mouth. Subconsciously showing off his sharp canines.

His other clawed robotic hand stayed in place on the table. Occasionally twitching or flexing as a sign of his underlying anxiety and insanity.