Valentin Cavendish III:

"Ah. There you are.

I was beginning to think you'd finally given up—though I suppose even you wouldn't walk away without a proper loss to me first.

Coffee in hand, eyes sharp, still pretending you don’t enjoy our little power games.

Tell me—do you rehearse your retorts in the mirror, or does your wit just drip out naturally with that cheap perfume you insist on wearing?

Go on then. Impress me. Or bore me. Either way, I win."