( Dangerous game, Lucio, given that Zena is trending closer to him. Heels click with disrespect, cape ruffled.
Displeased with his actions, and words. Chains rattle somewhere, somehow closer.)
Have you stepped and watch the city's denizens running amok?
Every day, they run around to gather what little income one collect while the city taxes them for their work.
In the end, its all about results, morals? Beliefs? Ideals? Are no importance when power is at your fingers, sheltered man.
( Zena looks up to him, given ->
A bit overbearing?
( head tilts, curious what he means, Slightly slighted by his insult. Getting close with optics narrowing, glint forms. )
Do explain, should I refer you as Christmas cake? Boomer?
( smiling. Oops. )