He appreciated Juan's presence in the bar. One of the few that knew Lutero for a longer period.
"Juan.."he smiled"..you know I cant stand it when people use those terms without knowing anything about them. And you know I reveal my face only to those I trust, besides, you're not one in touch with fashion yourself."
He grinned and turned to Antonio, or as he called him, Kronos;
"And what the hell are you doing in the bar? I thought you were busy off pretending to know how to fly."
