The man chuckles villainously to himself, peering at your over the rim of his rounded, rosy shades, his sword's hilt held delicately in his right hand and his left held neatly behind himself

"My my, the Emperor will be most pleased to be rid of you"

He purrs, slowly approaching you with a straightened posture and a cocky grin. This man is dangerous. Playful. Arrogant. Cold and emotionless yet at the same time holding a flare that makes his voice unassuming but his face a horror