[Oh, that one caught. The phrasing reminds him of what EVERY up and coming Madboy at least dreams of a little: The One True Gentleman Adventurer. In Tarvek's mind it is a blend of movie images supplied by Mayfield: Three parts Indiana Jones, a healthy dose of Sean Connery in a greatcoat, and, from his own world, a bittersweet memory of Klaus Wulfenbach in his prime, striding down the corridors of Castle Wulfenbach....]

[The look needs a really GREAT greatcoat. And a death ray, yes. And a hat... and...]

[His eyes start to lose focus, as design cuts in. He forces himself back.]

Um. Maaaaaybe. You want to be careful though, liebchen. It's just the sort of man who might go on a tiger hunt.