Robert lifted his hand upwards as its elbow was supporting it on the though, nicely crafted, wooden table, as if Robert wanted to announce a reply over Lucius' commentary.
He refrained. " Morals possess little relevance. They do nothing but provide a consternating impediment towards one's true potential and overall efficiency " this thought emerged in the deepest entrails of his mind.
But carefully listening to the rest of Lucius' talk, Robert realized he couldn't materialize this thought of his through the use of his vocal chords and transmit it forth towards Lucius as it would do nothing but escalate into a possibly inconvenient and uncomfortable conversation.
And thus, he looked for a way to drift the discussion towards another subject:
" Implying the existence of any individual who doesn't possess at least an ounce of morality is absolutely hypocritical, monsieur " he said.
" In the entirety of my honesty, you will never see such hypocrisy originating from me. " he said, accompanying this reply with a faint smile
The next moment, Robert reached for his pocket which found itself at the right side of his chest. His left hand carefully smuggled a cigarette from the tight confines of the same pocket.
He grabbed it tactfully and delicately in his both hands which slowly and carefully unrolled the sheet of paper surrounding the insides. A soft mass of pink was revealed.
That mass of pink was then carefully positioned inside Robert's mouth by his left hand following by a subtle mastication procedure.
" Would you mind if I indulge myself with some bubble gum, monsieur? " he said, taking another of those cigarettes out of his pocket and showing it to Lucius, suggesting an offer, if he ever decided to grab one as well.
" This... Bounty Hunter business " he muttered, looking at the side of the table, obliviously.
" ... If you would permit me, monsieur, I would like to indulge my curiosity and ask you a question regarding this kind of business and these most benevolent and valorous morals of yours " he said, innocently, drifting his view back to Lucius.
He then leaned on the table, closing himself towards Lucius. With a more subtle tone, inaudible to any would be creepers, he asked:
