Xavier shrugged. It sounded far from where Lucas’ tastes and habits were. “Apparently he enjoyed France,” he shrugged. Saying more wouldn’t be good – he couldn’t bring himself to complement the man, nor could he rant. Instead he remained neutral. He was investing in his business, that was all. “Maybe he was simply put in a different situation. I guess he’s the luckiest of all of us, if that’s the case.”
He put his napkin on his lap, reaching for his fork. With an honest smile, he shook his head. “Sometimes the simplest things are the best.” After a few bites, he nodded. “Definitely.”