"Uhm, Lord Elion... excuse my asking, but what exactly is this place supposed to be?" Dimitri walked over and stopped a short distance away.
"You can drop the 'Lord,'" Elion said. "Just call me Elion."
Dimitri looked like he was about to protest, but the words died in his throat when Elion continued.
"This place is nothing right now, but in the near future, it's going to be turned into a brothel."
Dimitri's jaw slowly dropped. He simply stared at Elion as the words registered in his mind. Oddly enough, an embarrassed expression began creeping across his face.
A faint blush followed.
"A-A whorehouse!?" He somehow managed to shout and whisper at the same time, looking around, as if afraid that someone would hear him.
"Precisely," Elion replied, without so much as a flicker of embarrassment.
Perhaps the casual way he said it was the final nail in the coffin.
An almost imaginary cloud of steam seemed to burst from Dimitri's ears and rise around his head.
