"Fascinating mechs," he remarked as they passed the doombots. "A pity you don't like doing business with foreign companies, Victor. I could see a very profitable use for such armor in sentry guards in America alone." The use of the monarch's name was of course, deliberate.
Lex noted the "misbehavior" of the dragon-head, and nodded understandingly. "That is why I have never delved much into magic. Too many variables for my liking. I find science and it's laws and theories much easier to understand." That was putting it politely. Magic was useful, if there weren't so many damned flavors of the thing. And he was a scientist first and foremost.
The door opened and he stepped forwards towards the table. "Yes," he said, taking in the offerings as he moved along it slowly. "Yes. I see I was very wise to come to you with this problem, Victor." One of his hands moved to touch, and then paused. Glancing at his host, he lifted an eyebrow. "If I may...?"