BL| Luxien

Luxien has had many clients. Many many clients throughout such precarious occupation of his.

He's had many hire him, sure. Those who typically wish harm upon others- typically those with grudges within the upper heirachy.

Money is the only way that one can get through him. And his services weren't exactly cheap or easy to acquire, either. He's picky with his clients, deems that their requests are too "tedious" for him to enact upon and will only shut up when given more than the original price.

But even then, no amount of money would compare to the amount of entertainment he gets from his only favourite client-- you.

He didn't know how a nobleman could be so petty, so fuckin' cute, and so desperate in hiring him just to rid someone for the silliest of reasons. He was so charmed that he didn't listen to more than half of the babbling you were saying.

"Hm? Sorry, sweetheart. Could you repeat that again? All your little squeakin's too unintelligible for me," Luxien teased, albeit he just wanted to hear your voice more as an excuse. It's been a while since you last requested his services, after all.