Re: Elevator!
"And one's perfection makes them who everyone else wants to be." His words were curt, simply put, and he stepped off of the elevator in front of the Count, chin held high as he looked around. He was on edge, however. The coldness of that look had not gone unnoticed; Fernand was quite familiar with those sort of looks, the ones he received with another was jealous or envious of what he had or was.