He hadn't been particularly pleased with the arrangement, but it had been easy enough to make with Harley popping between them to deliver messages. Also, he had to concede with the fact that it was much safer to hand deliver some of the items he was about to give the United States president, rather than risking a delivery.
The monarch narrowed his eyes through his mask by way of greeting. The doombots stood motionless on either side, only the breeze rustling through their held banners and the thick green cloaks that adorned the scowling, mechanic beasts. These were even taller than Victor, seven foot each with much more angular visages.
"It is, Mr. President." He didn't bother with the comment to his home. The castle was striking, and had an excellent view of Doomstadt. Victor turned, leading the way in through the tall, polished oak doors with their runic designs. Two of the gargoyles he passed turned their beaked heads toward Luthor, making soft stony hisses. They, however, remained on their pedestals, and froze when looked at directly.
Spacious, polish floor, large, gothic candelabras, three story high streaming banners of emerald and gold greeted Luthor in the main hall. Victor's clanging steps echoed as he led the president to a separate hall and to a locked door with a dragon's head biting on a knocker ring.
Victor knocked on the door with the heavy ring. The dragon-head knocker moved, scowling even more and hissed something out in Latverian at him. Victor looked annoyed, and suddenly cuffed the knocker violently with his gauntlet. The dragon's head chewed at its ring while it regained its senses and the door opened.
"Apologies," he grumbled. "Spells have been a little awry around here as of late." He motioned to the table waiting inside. "I believe these are the items you were needing?"