"Sir? You're engaged to my daughter. I think you can call me Sebastian, boy." He clapped Marcelo on the back, not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to make him think about balance.

"I'm curious about something, though. What is it you you want in this world, Marcelo? People don't come anywhere near the Hellfire Club and certainly not to my daughter, without beind driven by something." Sebastian looked at him carefully for a moment, trying to size him up. "Not money, you've enough of that of your own. Power? A grand mission of some sort?"