Achilles took his seat again, crossing one leg over the other and taking the laptop from the man. "You think those ghastly Egyptian drawings were akin to a masterpiece?" he stated. While these renderings could be quite interesting it was from a time he was familiar with.
"My affairs are not to be mocked. This is to serve as a reminder, not as a romantic gesture." Achilles did not see himself much as a romantic. He didn't go off and give flowers, or do the expensive gifts, though times were starting to alert him that this was considered polite. He wasn't much for receiving gifts, not in the manner that Set and Absinthe had bestowed on him before. It wasn't a bad thing, it was just rather different.