"You can think whatever you want of me." Levin tosses the scarves to one side as the wind lightly stirs around them. "I'll promise you, whatever you think won't hurt my feelings one way or another."

He draws a tome out from within a pocket and flips the pages idly.

"The nice part about going incognito... No one will bat an eye if you vanish. Maybe I've skirted my responsibilities exactly so I could face you, Luca Blight. I don't intend to lose even a single one of my people more to your mindless slaughter.

"Prince of the State against the Prince of the Highlands. It's more fitting this way, isn't it?"