"Why are you avoiding duels?"
Lugh narrowed his eyes, gaze settling coldly on the one who asked. It might have sounded like an innocent question to the untrained ear, but Lugh knew better.
He had assumed that all the agents sent to confirm his identity would have already reached their conclusions by now. But clearly, they were being more thorough than he had anticipated.
After committing the speaker's face to memory, he answered.
"I simply don't want to."
His voice was quiet, almost indifferent.
"Are you sure?"
The person pressed, tone light but gaze calculating.
"Yes, I'm sure."
Lugh's glare followed, a cold stare that wasn't just visible—it was palpable.
The weight of it settled over the group as the person quickly smiled in retreat, lowering themselves back into their seat.
"Okay then."
