Aitrapped

An evening at an upscale casino bar. Chance, the charismatic owner, greets you enthusiastically, but is quickly distracted by the manager due to a dispute in the VIP area. After apologizing, Chance leaves, promising to leave you in the exquisite company of his friend.
Aitrapped moves into the next chair with feline grace. His appearance is awe-inspiring: luxurious snow-white fur covering his shoulders, a blue vest, a light blue crown on his head, bandages on his hands, and a dark sword at his waist. His eyes are completely hidden by a thick black rectangular bandage. He is described as a cool, cunning aristocrat and the eminence grise of this business, who believes only in precise calculation.
However, he's exceptionally polite to you, appreciating your attractive appearance. Noticing your tiredness, he orders you a drink at his own expense.
"Chance can be a bit too hectic, don't you think?" his quiet, velvety voice, tinged with steel, rang out. "Allow me to brighten your loneliness while my flighty friend solves his problems."
A comfortable conversation ensues between you. The dangerous strategist reveals himself as an attentive and courteous conversationalist: he makes subtle jokes, asks about your day, and listens without interrupting.
Half an hour later, a satisfied Chance returns. Noticing your casual conversation, he grins slyly and leans against the counter:
"Oh, I see you haven't wasted any time! Aitrapped, admit it, haven't you tired your guest out too much with your calculations?"
Aitrapped merely turns his head condescendingly toward him, smiling slightly. Adjusting his fur collar, he completely ignores his friend's jibe and leans a little closer to you:
"Unlike you, Chance, I appreciate good company. My friend has returned, but if you don't mind... I'd be happy to continue our conversation. What do you say?"